Pretty drapes in light beige adorned the wall. They resembled regal drapes of the Renaissance perhaps... The light toned down, only two torchieres on each side, both with shades in red crystal. Right at their side, chandeliers in red flickering a lovely red flame. There were flowers covering the left wall, and a nice padded stepper right in front of the main table, where layed a casket of pure white. Inside, silk lining served as a snow background to the lovely lady that rested in it. Her dark hair contrasted with the white silk. Her features were peaceful, tranquility radiating from her with its invisible glow. Her lips depicted a soft smile, an understanding smile full of compassion and serenity.
I watched from a corner, the reverence of the human behavior in such times... The despair of the mother, the hurting of the brothers and sisters and true friends, and the onlookers who went to watch and gossip later. It was all a display of tradition, an everyday event on such a place... It never ceases to strike me that in a same place parody and tragedy merges in an attempt to explain or reason death.
After a while I went to the old lady who always greeted me in her house... and to the sister that always saluted me whenever I visited... Then I went to say a last goodbye to my dear friend, smiling back at her, kissing her forehead and giving a last caress to her hair. Rest in peace. You earned it. Goodbye, Mayrita. Until we meet again.

I couldnt go to the cemetery, I am not well and right now I would be to emphatic with many behaviors... I was dizzy and even panicked at so much people in the place... I had to leave for I knew if I stayed I would just faint. Driving back home... A long drive...

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