Seven
Cody
It was too bright. The sky too blue. The weather too perfect. Everyone too dressed up. It was the same when my father died. Some of the same people that were at Dad’s funeral were present for Dale’s. Some of them even wore the same black clothes.
I stood with Mike just outside of the group of people surrounding the grave. Everyone’s face was stoic, except for Cassie’s. Tears streamed down her pale face as she stared at the casket. Mandi stood next to her with one arm around her and the other handing Cassie tissues. The gentle wind blew Cassie’s hair and she kept tucking it behind her ears. It was thick and wild. It was a mess. So very different from the other women there with perfectly coiffed hair and carefully placed make up. And yet, even in her grief, she was beautiful.
