To Be Honored in the Time of Mourning

He is the coffin carrier. It is his honor to carry him. He is honored to carry him. He is honored to take him to his final bed. To his everlasting peace. To carry the vehicle of his soul to it’s final ground.He hopes he does not slip. He hopes he does not let go. He prays that he doesn’t mess up. The crowd is quiet, their weeping keeping them busy. He must carry this resting box and not let go. And he will not let go. He must not let go.

He must stare ahead and not look down at his cargo. If he allows himself to look upon what he’s helping to carry he may lose it. No one can see his eyes. He looks down to cover up his sadness. Is this what glory is?

He is the coffin carrier. He carries the coffin. To honor him. To take him to his final bed of peace. To carry the vehicle of his soul to its hole of forever hibernation. And he is honored…I am honored.

RIP grandpa

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