“The Funeral”

I wondered if my cousins thought my mother was dramatic as she cried, after all, she had not seen them in years. Perhaps she was sad for herself, or sad in the way people are when they realize the end is coming and all the people they have known in their lives are marching in a line toward the edge of the cliff, falling off one by one.

I enjoyed reading this. This is not a fantastical story. You don’t see stories like this so much these days.