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We Had Lived

Nonfiction

 

Published in The Linnet’s Wings

Summer 2014

In case my brother dies before me, he and I have already planned his funeral. It will go, more or less, something like this:

Friends and family will file into the church. A few whispers, a few sad smiles and nods. I will sit in the front pew with the rest of our family, and our friends will sit behind us. Black suits and black dresses; tears and tissues. Sisters will hold hands, and husbands will hug their wives. Everyone will look to the front of the church, waiting for the last stragglers to find seats in the back so the service can begin. […]