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Memorial
The days blew by in a blur and my heart ached worse than I ever thought possible. My maternal grandma had flown in with my late father’s will. I imagine she had made sure he wrote up an official document stating his wishes. She was always the fearless leader of our family. Upon his death, my father’s body had been cremated.
My father’s ashes were to be divided among Principal Sam, Uncle Akira, and myself to spread around the school. That made sense; the school was a beacon of hope, a place where my father grew into an artist. I was okay with this. I had to be. It was my job to step in for the role of the grieving widow. My mom’s appearance at the memorial was ‘uncertain’ at this point.
A public memorial was to be held at the outdoor stage, the same stage every class stood in
