Cathedral
March 20th, 2024
In my mind, I am at the cathedral. The pews are filled with people, and I walk down the main aisle with my parents and siblings. My cousins, uncles, and aunts are sitting in the front pews.
My grandmother is there. Her hands crossed over her wrists. She sits with a slouch. I can't look at her eyes.
The choir stands, and I hear it all. I hear the beginning of life. I hear the ending. I hear the cries of humans, and I hear the disappointment. I hear the apathy, and the cries of angels that can't remember our names.
I can't breathe and there's something hard stuck in my throat.
There's the casket. I'm at my grandfather's funeral again. Why am I here again?