She laid on her back in the lush green grass, staring at the sky. She looked at ease, comfortable.
Her lips were moving, but I couldn’t quite hear what she was saying. She appeared to be having a deep discussion. But then she laughed and the mood lightened.
Unexpectedly, a cloud passed over the sun. The shade cast by the momentary eclispe seemed to seep into her soul.
Her faced changed. Her brow creased as the tears began to flow.
She rolled onto her belly almost burying herself in the grass. Her lips continued to move.
Slowly, her words stopped and she just laid there with her eyes closed, as if hugging the ground.
Eventually, she must have sensed my presence because she lifted her head and gazed in my direction.
“Why must those that are loved be taken away?” she lamented softly. I wanted to comfort her, but it wasn’t my place. I looked away, ashamed at my lack of compassion, but I had a job to do.
I continued walking through the graveyard to the site of my next burial.