A Final Good-bye

She looked nice. 

Her silvery white hair was a few shades lighter than her dress. I can’t recall ever seeing my aunt in a dress before.

I grabbed the holy water to make the sign of the cross on her body.

I’ve never liked doing that. It feels awkward. I wished her well on her journey, free of this earthly body. That’s when I noticed several drops of holy water on her face. My reaction was to wipe them off. Her cheek was cold and waxy. I stopped abruptly realizing I would likely make a mess of the make-up that had been applied. I whispered an apology under my breath, then turned to extend my condolences to her daughter. We hugged and talked for a moment, and then I felt her.

My aunt came floating past. 

Her energy was strong and for a moment I got dizzy. I was impressed. She was always such a quiet woman, but her essence was unmistakable. It was as if she was standing there between us. I didn’t mention it. Her daughter seemed to have enough to take in, but I appreciated that moment, the final good-bye.

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