It was beautiful, in the way funerals are supposed to be. The preacher spoke about her talents, the obstacles she’d overcome, the love she had received, the love she had given. Sobs and shudders surrounded us, until the entire ceremony felt unreal and distanced from reality.
I didn’t shed a tear. This wasn’t the type of beauty Wilhelmina deserved. It was so shallow, just person upon person, none of them having really known her, sad about losing the shadow of a person who they claimed to have known. The strangers, hungry for tragedy, swallowed all the excitement Mina had carried. It gave no closure, just the pretense of it, and when the final song was sung, I felt as hollow as that morning.