REGRET ME NOT
Lightning flashed across the bruised sky, and thunder grumbled, announcing its presence. Rain fell. I stared numbly out the window in the kitchen, sipping coffee. It was early morning, the day of the funeral. The house was quiet. Since I had trouble sleeping, I decided to go ahead and get dressed for the day.
Thankfully, Jeffery and Dom took care of all the arrangements. Jeffery insisted on a jazz funeral. Aidan seemed aloof as usual, not taking an interest in our daughter. The liquor cabinet seemed to be his main concern these days. My mind was in no shape to make the simplest decision, even tying a shoelace. I left the decision in the hands of my trusted friends.
Later that morning at the ceremony, I was left speechless. Folks showed up in their best Sunday duds, ready f
