One of the terms often used to talk of the dead is ‘loved ones’. It made me think of this 100-word story.
We stood huddled in a small group and watched as the rain danced on the coffin lid.
Despite the lousy weather, we’d all come to make sure you were really dead.
Anthony, eyes lowered, was remembering the daily beatings you had given him. I wrapped an arm around his shoulders as memories of your nightly visits to my room forced their way back into my mind.
According to our old neighbour, you illness had given you a lot of pain over the last six months. Something I was heartened to hear.
We’re so glad you’re no longer with us Dad.