I’d only meant to glance out the window, but the lullaby of steady raindrops soothed my heavy heart and I became entranced. With a sigh, I pushed away and let the sheer curtain fall in a whisper. My moment of peace was over. The phone rang in confirmation and I felt tears form at the interruption. I picked up the receiver and managed to whisper hello.

“Mrs. Sanders this is Robert from Grey’s Funeral Home. Everything has been completed to your specifications and I believe all is in order for the ceremony tomorrow. If you want to have some privacy with him you may come a little early.”

I knew he was trying to be nice, but his speech sounded too rehearsed. I also knew this was something he likely had to say more than once a day. I thanked him for his time and slowly replaced the handle. I looked around my empty house and tried to think of what to do next. Lost, I drew back the curtain once again and rested my cheek against the glass. The chill felt wonderful.