Josiah
I conducted the funeral exactly the way my father used to. I used the same words that were meant to comfort and inspire, but they sounded flat, even to my own ears. I’ve never been a very spiritual man, and I did my best not to think too much about death and the afterlife. I was much too busy trying to maintain my present life. I did my best to offer comfort and support to Mrs. Coulier, but I knew there was no solace for her, no comfort, not on this day, and probably not for many days to come.
And her daughter. That poor kid. I remembered perfectly well how excruciatingly painful it was to lose my parents. I remembered how I would just forget they were gone, until something popped into my mind that I wanted to tell my father, or I would smell something that reminded me o
