Book One: Submerging Inferno
The coffin looked almost child sized. It easily could have appeared smaller than it actually was due to how far away I was hidden, but I was willing to bet she had chosen a kid's coffin. I couldn't help but chuckle at the thought, however disrespectful it might be to laugh at a funeral. It's not like it mattered, he was dead, he couldn't hear.
I could picture her at the funeral home, wringing her hands and pacing back and forth. She wouldn't have cried. I was sure she still hadn't. It might be weeks before she cried, if ever. No matter how lonely she would be without him, she wouldn't let her emotions betray her faith that her husband was in Heaven. Still, she would have felt guilt-ridden at the prospect of burying him in a child's coffin. Grandpa had always been self-conscious about his tiny stature. However, he had been equ