Weeping Roses (ROMANOVS #2) by Stella Andrews EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Stella Andrews
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POLLY
LONDON, ENGLAND
why does it always rain in England? It seems to, anyway. I stand
shivering under my umbrella as I watch the spectacle playing out
in front of me.
Death.
I shiver as the cold fingers of mortality remind me it happens to us all in
the end and as I stare at the coffin that is being lifted on straps over the
freshly dug hole in the ground, I make up my mind to be cremated instead.
The thought of decomposing in the wooden casket makes me shiver
with fear at the thought of insects consuming my flesh and invading my
lifeless corpse.
I grip my umbrella a little tighter as the lightning strikes high in the sky,
causing a few of the onlookers to jump, one woman beside me stifling a
scream.
The priest stands on the edge of the grave, his white robes now
splattered with God’s earth as he attempts to say a prayer above the noise of
the hailstones that are battering against the umbrellas of my fellow
mourners.
Hell and damnation, perhaps. Is that where she’s heading? From what I
know of my aunt, that could be a distinct possibility.
It strikes me there are no tears at this funeral. If anything, I doubt there
is anyone here who knew her well enough to mourn her passing.
I heard of her somewhere deep in my past. I just never realized she was
real, not the way my mother spoke of her sister-in-law.
They never got on and we had nothing to do with her and when my
parents died, my aunt never even sent flowers.
It makes me question why I’m here at all, but then I remember why.
I inherited everything in her will.
A movement on the edge of the path distracts my attention from the
open wound that is my aunt’s final resting place.
Two black cars have pulled up and I can’t see who it is because the
windows are blacked out.
I continue to stare at the cars in fascination because it’s as if they are
here to pay their last respects.
“The world has lost an angel.”
The woman beside me mutters, and I swear I have never met her before
in my life.
“It has.” I lie because I’m unsure if she was, an angel that is, and I
wonder if the mysterious car owners knew her.
A lot more than anyone else here, I’m guessing.
Forasmuch as it hath pleased Almighty God of his great mercy to take
unto himself the soul of our dear sister here departed, we therefore commit
her body to the ground; earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust; in sure
and certain hope of the Resurrection to eternal life, through our Lord Jesus
Christ; who shall …
The priest’s monotone voice commits my aunt’s body to the ground and,
as we say a collective ‘Amen’, he retreats under his black umbrella.
I step forward. It’s expected. I am the only official family member here.
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