I have never been one to dwell on things. I like to get them out and move on, usually in the form of writing. Sometimes with fire. Relationships, friendships, events... All these things end and are a part of life. I know that. Deep down I know that is true. But death, unexpected death of a suicide or murder or pure accident, that death is too much.
Ava and I had not time to form any type of relationship beyond an amicable understanding and that one time... But Betty, my surrogate aunt, my mother's friend...
I was asked to speak at the funeral but I could not. I simply sat beside my mother, as silent on the inside as I was on the outside. No tears for my lost friend, my murdered teacher.
I have never been one to dwell on things. I helped my mother clean out Betty's house. We were her only family and she went out of our lives. I tried not to dwell, but that is a hard thing to do in such a small town.
Ava and I had not time to form any type of relationship beyond an amicable understanding and that one time... But Betty, my surrogate aunt, my mother's friend...
I was asked to speak at the funeral but I could not. I simply sat beside my mother, as silent on the inside as I was on the outside. No tears for my lost friend, my murdered teacher.
I have never been one to dwell on things. I helped my mother clean out Betty's house. We were her only family and she went out of our lives. I tried not to dwell, but that is a hard thing to do in such a small town.