Born: August 23, 1958
Slept: August 23, 1993
“For to me, to live is Christ and to die is gain.” Philippians 1:21
A tear dropped on the fair hand that rested on the words of the Apostle Paul. That fair hand belonged to Miss Macel Han, younger sister of the deceased man. She felt she had to come here. Not for the weeds to be trimmed or the wilting flowers to be watered, but for him to be remembered, just plain remembered. Another lonely tear trickled down her cheek.
A little girl’s laughter broke the deafening silence. Macel looked up.
She was a pretty little thing, her black, curly hair catching attention. She was walking and talking with a man very much taller and who looked a little bit older than she. His hand held hers as they strolled through the tiny park.
It wasn’t the child’s hair or the man’s handsome features. It was the fact that they had many similarities. They both quite painfully reminded her of those days that the tears now refused to stop. Why did she have to look up?