It was dark and cold with an icy wind.
We looked over the coffin at dead trees.
Big hunks of nasty red clay waiting to be thrown in.
A handful of relatives.
A minister and his wife with a kind heart.
Called up at the last minute to offer up encouraging words.
For a lady who really was a lady.
I couldn't help but wonder what she would have thought of this.
All of her proper years come down to this.
Our solace lies in the fact that she left this dark, cold, icy world
to meet up with her Savior.
She's already missed.
A son and his family are left.
Their lives will be a little less full.
They're moving upstairs.
My cousin says "there's a new sheriff in town."