He’d been depressed, convincing himself he was utterly alone, and we couldn’t allow it. So we threw a funeral.
His eyes widened when he saw us, gathered to celebrate his life. Clearly he was in shock we’d made the time.
And he was near tears during our eulogies. He’d never realized how many people he’d touched, lives he’d changed for the better.
He struggled a little when we buried him.
He struggled a LOT when we buried him.
I’d like to dig him up and ask how he enjoyed it, but it would only make the gesture feel less genuine…
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