I will have a hard time expressing the emotions of our afternoon. You wanted to cry. You wanted to start crying because Elvie's husband was motioning to the tomb outside of their house with an empty, sad set of hands that showed Elvie was going to be put in there. He just wrung his hands and pleaded for hope. His daughter was wailing on a bench nearby, supported by a kind relative. We watched as the drunk husband tramped over to comfort his weeping daughter.
"Miss Woda," she cried out when I joined her," I won't have a Mama again. She left me." I found myself crying...again.
Tomorrow is another day. Life is good. We know it in our hearts, even if our faces don't show it!