AJ Hawkins

Pitchindye Bridge

The funeral was on Monday. That is all I can remember, besides carrying with other pallbearers dressed in assigned black suits the red chestnut casket that held the body of the deceased with blue hydrangeas placed in her hands. I can sort of also remember my own thought of how there is irony in the flower choice because of its Victorian meaning of being cold and frigid; the dead was in fact both of those: cold and frigid.