The Next Mourning

You didn’t need a doctorate, to know something was wrong. Grief was a beast,
and attacked from the inside out. So, they stepped up. Church was on Sundays,
and couldn’t kill them. Long walks were healthy for everyone involved. Movie nights brought
laughter. When the cemetery gates opened for her, it was for all of her, not the pieces his
Death had left behind. It was the least they could do, after all.