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A Strangers's Funeral

July 24, 2011
By ninapaniena PLATINUM, Sammamish, Washington
ninapaniena PLATINUM, Sammamish, Washington
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To be a good surgeon you have to think like a surgeon, emotions are messy, tuck them neatly away and step into a clean sterile room, where the procedure is simple, cut suture, and close. But sometimes your faced with a cut that won't heal, a cut that rips the stitches right open


I sat in the pews, fidgeting from the unfamiliar feeling of being in church. I listened as Father preached about my Auntie Equilla. Auntie Equilla. Such an unfamiliar name. A stranger to me, yet I was related to her. I was also at her funeral. Her family and friends sat among me, tears running down their faces. Slow but steady streams, of tears. Who was she? I only knew her by the pictures among the table in the reception room. It was a loss, a death. A death of a stranger, yet I cried.



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