Every Woman Nightmare: Affliction of the Heart
by MJ Andrews
It is a warm sunny day in Barton Hills. The bird’s singing, trees, and flowers are blooming, families enjoying picnic’s, and bike rides along the creek. As for myself, I am here in Gilmore funeral home the last place I expected to find myself. Sitting, waiting, and pondering on loss, misery, and trials I endured during my marriage. Now, I am here dealing with death and organizing his funeral.