Astra stood dressed in a black dress her hair pulled up into a bun. Others stood beside and behind her dressed in all black. A priest stood off to the side and right in front of him sat a closed coffin hovering over an open grave. Astra stared down at the grave her face void of any emotion. The only thing to give her feelings away was the single tear that rolled down her cheek.
"Miss. Smith." The priest called out breaking Astra from her thoughts and back to the present.
"Yes." She cleared her throat looking over at the priest.
"Would you like to say a few words about your mother?" Nodding her head Astra walked over and stood beside the priest. Looking over at the people who came she could see her mother was truly loved. Anyone who met her instantly loved her. Gulping down her nerves
