I couldn’t shake the somberness that clung to me like lint on a suit of clothes. The grief I felt in the eyes of the family members followed me out the door of the funeral home and into my car.
A wintry mix of snow and rain added to the dreariness of the moment, and the rhythmic swish of my windshield wipers sounded like a death knell, projecting with every beat of its dirge the photographs I had just seen of the deceased in happy times, nagging me with one question: Why?
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