Aspen Garritson

In Memory Of

Somehow throughout the service she had edged her way closer and closer to me. When I stood up after the last words were spoken, and they had declared his estate empty of anything transferrable by will, I approached his casket and placed a hand on it. I was the only other one at the funeral that hadn’t been part of his family. He was family to me, but not by blood. I was never much of a family kind of person, but his seemed okay. Better than mine, at least. His was clean, somehow. They all cried for him, even if they were the only ones to show up. He hadn’t been one for making friends, but I never knew him to be lonely.