As I stood staring at the coffin for the last time, I felt absolutely nothing. My eyes were dry, there were no more tears to shed.
My heart though, it was empty, devoid of any feeling. It was vacant, and lifeless. I felt like an empty husk as I bent and scooped sand into my palm. It took awhile, but as father James words washed over me; ashes to ashes, dust to dust, God giveth and God taketh, my heart hardened, and I threw the sand in my palm onto the coffin.
I watched in silence as the coffin was lowered into the hole made for it.
Everything must die. Even I will die one day.
People came to me, touching me on the shoulders, offering a word of comfort or just nothing at all, but not once did I reply. All I did was stare as two hefty men began to cover up the hole with earth. Earth f
