Fr. Paul made the Sign of the Cross and moved back, having finished the prayers.
All of us present had thrown down ‘fistfuls of dirt’ on the coffin.
Now I could get back to my job of covering the coffin with the soil and filling the grave.
I shoved in the soil from the sides of the grave and filled it perfectly , levelled the soil with my shovel and arranged some flowers on top of it.
Ah ! Well done, my job !!
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job or not, its always difficult wen d person is someone close to our heart!
ReplyDeleteWe see people mostly through the eyes of the work they do....but often forget that they have a heart too....
ReplyDeleteI can picture you arranging the soil on the sides of the coffin.
ReplyDeleteHow sad that he had to cover the coffin of someone dear to him. Lovely story.
ReplyDeleteO my, what that one last line at the end does to the reader! Quite a powerful impact. Very nicely done, Sreeja!
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Wow...you twisted again this time with a deep emotional one! Great post...Was reminded of my own dad for a while...
ReplyDeletethat deeply touched my heart....and u made such an important point too.....beautiful!
ReplyDeleteGood storyline, but highly unlikely scenario!
ReplyDeleteAah! Feel sad for him but it's all in a day's work! :|
ReplyDeleteHow tragic, in more ways than one :(
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That last line, Sreeja!! Gave me goosebumps!!!! Nice story again....
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Sigh...powerful Sreeja!
ReplyDeleteEmotional, powerful. Lots of memories as well.
ReplyDeleteCarol @ Battered Hope
Touching post! It would be really heartbreaking for him to do this job from now on.
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