Myrina's chestnut hair blew in the breeze as she walked behind the funeral procession. Her hazel eyes unseeing. Someone was leaning on her.
"Always the strong one, that Myrina" she heard people say as she walked past.
But Myrina wasn't strong. She just had no more tears left to shed. It was only 3 months ago that she was told of her husband's disease. 3 months of fighting- of being told he would be coming home soon.
Only he never came home.
After she got the phot call, she ran to her car, driving so fast she broke speed limits and ran a red light. She knew something was wrong.
When she arrived, they wouldn't let her in. Her mother in law who was also there said "He's gone isn't he."
"No" Myrina said.
The nurse just looked at the two women in front of her, a grim face as she nodded once. Myrina collapsed into the arms of her other mother. "No, no, no, no, no, no
" They moved her to a waiting room as she cried out her anger, tears, and pain. "He was coming home. No. He's