Saying goodbye
It rained on the day of the funeral. Their grandfather was dressed in his finest clothes but he looked different than the man in the pictures on Nancy’s phone. Everyone was there to say their goodbyes. Grandfather had been a very well-loved man. Even Mickey had gotten on a plane to say his final goodbye to the man who practically raised them. Kevin was there too. He had not been himself since the day they got the news. Nancy noticed the bags under his eyes, his breath that smelled like whiskey and his trembling hands. He hadn’t been home much these days and Nancy barely saw him anymore. She did not care.
All that mattered to her now, was her grandfather. She looked at the old man in the casket. The kind smile on his lips and the hair that had turned white in the past weeks during his illness. A tear fell down her cheek. And another. Before she knew it, she was crying. All the memories came back to her now. Her mother stood next to her and put her hand on her back. The gesture felt empty. Nobody knew what Nancy was going through, because none of them had to live without their best friend. She looked at grandpa’s hands, neatly folded on his stomach.
That’s when she noticed something. Something that was completely out of place.