![]() ![]() We were in the wrong funeral home, the wrong place altogether. What? I turned to him and for a second I thought this whole thing had been a big mistake. My dad bent down and whispered into my ear, Caroline, she’s not really in there. ![]() Maybe he was just uncomfortable in his suit and tie. She had been crying all morning and on and off since we found out three days ago. My mom was still sitting in a big overstuffed chair in the corner of the waiting room, still crying. My feet wouldn’t move and I didn’t know why. In a weird way it was like a birthday party, when you get treated differently for really no reason at all except that you were born-an event you personally had nothing to do with.Īnd now it was time for the service to start. ![]() In this fancy room with the heavy furniture, oriental rugs, thick drapes, and pitchers of water with lemon, like we were special somehow. While we-my mom and dad and my little brother, Sam, my grandfather, and some old lady who I had never seen before-had been ushered in here. ![]() Everyone else, all my grandmother’s friends and, I suppose, lesser family members, were already sitting out there, in seats like pews. Since we were the immediate family, we had been waiting in a special room. I stopped short and my dad nearly bumped into me. My grandmother’s body is inside there, I thought, and I couldn’t take another step into that room. I was doing okay right up until I got to the doorway and saw her coffin. ![]()
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