She takes your hand as she looks out into the distance. Her eyes are glistening with unshed tears. She has never looked more beautiful, you thought. Sorrowful, but definitely beautiful.
A crowd of people gathers around a casket being carried down to the muddy soil. Heart-wrenching sobs filled the silent place. She sobs with them, you notice. You become uneasy. You let her cry because she has to. Her grip on your hand tightens at that instant.
“Let’s go,” you say. She nods and turns away. You do not resent the morose look she has on. It’s her funeral, anyway.