No apology was needed since no one was in the wrong. Life happens, and then it ends.
It was not long before beliefs were upheld and the people cried with sadness again.
Her hair was whipped up into a bun, and the air was sticky. Not a soul knew she was even sick.
Her heart was no longer pumping blood through her veins, yet she looked relieved in death.
Her body systems had failed, but her soul lived on in the bodies of the ones who loved her the most.
I loved her most of all.
She was my savior.
She was my person.
She was my granny.
© E.M. Kingston, 2022 ~ All Rights Reserved.
Written for Di’s Three Things Challenge (x3)