The fabric was lifted off her face as the priest called out to those to say their last goodbyes
I stood up and leaned over the coffin.
My lips pressed gently on her fore head as I whispered goodbye...
I turned to find my seat, and saw the tears of my family.
Brothers that were seen as hard men, were now broken inside.
Sisters seemed stronger today; though they cried inside.
I led the coffin to her final resting place
Gripping a picture of her close to my chest.
They lowered her into the ground as the priest said a final prayer
And with a song, we said Goodbye...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

To my dearest aunt...
- though you have gone, your memory lives' on...

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