He was there and I could not touch him.
When I look back on when my love passed, I wonder what those around thought of my response. I loved my Kevin, but to claim or touch an empty body, I can’t do. I was falling apart inside, but I could not let it out. He was there and I could not touch him. I know it is because I have had a thing about open caskets and touching the dead. It brings back the memory of my first experience with an open casket and what happened after that Mother’s Day Sunday many years ago. A Sunday afternoon playing with cousins in the yard on a sunny day in May ended on a sad note. I loved Grandma and loved the time alone I could share with her. We were celebrating her birthday and everyone was in good spirits, but leaving that little white house that Sunday afternoon made me sad, because Grandma pleaded with my parents to let me stay and spend a few days. I remember Grandma saying, “Just a few days out of school will not make a difference.” It ...