February 9, 2016

“Grandmother went into the dirt. She was in the house, then she was not. Grandmother was in the ground beside grandfather. They were beneath twin dirt lumps. The funeral bell rang and rang. It was a shrill, gray sound. It was the only sound outside, other than the wind. I watched grandmother disappear into the ground. She was lowered inch by inch. The dirt walls creating the hole flaked and fell. Large dirt piles fell inward. Grandmother rested upon that dirt. Grandmother looked especially round. Her skin was bright yellow. She was put in without a casket. Mother and father did not have a casket large enough to fit her body. But grandmother was wrapped up in clear plastic. The plastic was many layers thick.”

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