Forty-Third Tears

{‘Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts.’}

The rain was pouring hard over the damp soil of the cemetery. Looking up, the sky seemed in agony and in greatest sympathy. I gripped my black umbrella hard as I refused to accept that the person inside the casket deserved this kind of cry from heaven.

I turned to look at my parents beside me, including Aunt Claire who was now crying. I searched for Khloe but she was nowhere to be found as I predicted. Honestly, I didn’t want to be in this place right now but my Dad wanted me to. He wanted to wear something black and go with them as a formality.

Watching the coffin slowly pulling down beneath the moist earth, I walked forward and tossed the white rose hard, not even cared if the people around me gasped from what I did. Turning around, I stormed off, throwing the umbrella aside and ignored all the people who were watching me.

I didn’t care. Even in the p