It was an odd situation to be in. One she never thought she could endure. But here she was, smack dab in the middle, trying to fix it any way she could.
He smiled at her and reached for her hand. “Come on, let’s get outta here.” She didn’t resist, just let him pull her towards the vacant beach. Her eyes welled with tears. Her black dress whispered in the wind, “He’s gone, forever.”
She didn’t wear makeup that day. She wore her glasses, and switched them out for sunglasses the minute she feasibly could. Her world went fuzzy, but by then, she was already just going through the motions. When she stepped out of the limo at the cemetery she could hardly force herself to stand.
But she made it through. How? She would question herself over and over again. And here she was, standing at the water’s edge, black dress on, sunglasses covering her eyes at the edges of dusk. She felt like she was holding his hand, but when she looked down, she was all alone. The crashing waves felt her burden. Turmoil swirled both in them and in her. She didn’t know how she was going to go on.
But then a little voice called to her on the wind, “Mama?” And she turned around to see her little boy come bounding towards her, a worried look on his face. And she couldn’t help but smile.