Rest In Peace, Mildred

Harold was at Mildred’s funeral, at their parish church.   All throughout the days immediately following her decease, he dealt with the requisite droll, mundane, polite behavior at the wake, followed by the funeral cortege, and the Mass.  He listened attentively as Father McKernan implored the Divine Mercy, in the hope that she’d be allowed into Heaven, into Eternal beatitude.  After all that, he politely agreed to attend the reception at a local restaurant.  He took a prayer card from a table at the funeral home, with all her information on it.  When he arrived home, he quietly placed it in a container, with several dozen other cards like it, all from previous funerals. 

Welcome back, for the first time in a long while, to Denise’s (Girlie On the Edge) SIX SENTENCE STORY THURSDAY .  Click the light brown thingy below to join us, please.

 

 

 

 

16 thoughts on “Rest In Peace, Mildred

  1. clark says:

    So well drawn… a segment of life (for all of us) and yet individualized in a way that us identify with the main character, no matter where we are in our own lifes.
    Good Six!

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  2. GirlieOnTheEdge says:

    There comes a time when we all may have a similar container. Your first sentence accurately captures the surreal feeling immediately following someone’s passing, in particular someone close to us.
    I’m with Pat – this is a perfect opener for a serial or short story 🙂

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