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No one in the whole room, aside from LHPR, understood<br />
what had happened. <strong>The</strong>y never would. We didn’t want to deface<br />
his memory with ideas of monsters and possession. Plus, they<br />
wouldn’t have believed us, anyway.<br />
I’d never had to bury anyone before. Watching dirt pour over<br />
the closed casket, covering up any last hopes of seeing him again<br />
forever, was almost too much. Mr. Hamilton broke down and wept<br />
on his wife’s shoulder. I took Gunner’s hand and felt it shaking<br />
along with mine.<br />
Once the ceremony was over, people broke into little groups<br />
to reminisce more about the late Tucker Hamilton. A few people<br />
were starting to laugh at happy memories. Some of them were still<br />
crying. I just wanted to step away for a minute. It was kind of hard<br />
to breathe in the cemetery.<br />
Gunner stuck with Ethan, who was talking with Tucker’s<br />
aunt. I wove through a few headstones to stand apart from everyone<br />
else. My shoulders felt incredibly heavy, and they sagged with the<br />
weight as I read the inscription on Martha Giordano’s grave. Ever a<br />
mother, ever a saint.<br />
“I think what they put on Tucker’s was better.” <strong>The</strong> voice<br />
startled me, and I turned around to find Jamie standing with his<br />
hands awkwardly in the pockets of his suit. He smiled shyly, like he<br />
wasn’t sure if it was okay. “‘Life is not forever, love is.’”<br />
I offered the biggest smile I could muster in return, which<br />
was admittedly pretty pathetic, but I tried. “Yeah. Me, too.”<br />
“Are you holding up okay?” he asked.<br />
I shrugged one shoulder. “I guess. I mean, as okay as I can<br />
be, you know? It’s not exactly a birthday party with clowns and<br />
balloon animals.”<br />
He winced. Okay, note to self. Humor: not really appropriate<br />
at funerals. “I just wanted to tell you that if you ever need anything,<br />
you can call me. Anytime, okay? I, uh ... I lost my dad last year. So<br />
I sort of get what this is like.”<br />
His words reached my heart, even where I had buried it deep<br />
in my chest. “Thank you.” This time my smile was real.<br />
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