Thursday, February 2, 2017

100 days of 100 words, day 11: dead bodies

Dead Bodies


I have carried two beloved pets to burial, wind-fluttered fur causing irrational hope which the dirt quashed.

My friend Greg wasn't embalmed or officially 'prepared.'  His mouth sat slightly ajar as if he were about to speak.  I spent hours in the room with his body and his people, until I knew in my body that he was no longer in his.

I saw my brother in a casket after he had been 'prepared' for viewing  His mouth was sewn shut, eyes glued down.  I rumpled his hair.  He wouldn't be roused.  I couldn't believe it.  Still can't.

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