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Mom’s funeral was packed full of people. Young and old. Family members from both sides. Some of her family members I had never met before were in attendance. It took a while to plan the funeral, about three weeks. A Go Fund me was set up for donations that would go towards the funeral costs. About sixteen thousand dollars was needed. The amount was exceeded.
My brothers and I sat with our grandparents in the front row. My father sat on the right side of the pew with Tatanisha. She was dressed in a short black dress, a black fascinator hat and ivory colored heels. Larry, my mom’s boss, was sitting in the next pew. He held his signature Cuban Cigar in his left hand. It was not lit. It was just to make a statement. He sat beside an older woman who wore rose colored glasses. She was a family member, I could not pin point exactly who she was.
Leila, my best friend from school, came with her parents. They exuded opulence as they walked into the church. Leila had her hair in a ponytail and wore a black dress with gold buttons. She walked up to me and hugged me. I smiled at the gesture.
I could not help but stare at her in disgust. How could she show up to the funeral when she was the cause of all these problems?
The priest stood on the podium. Mom’s coffin was set in front of the podium. It was a closed casket ceremony. Mom’s casket was white with gold handles. The big wreath of flowers was placed on the casket.
The service started with a hymn. It was mom’s favorite hymn she used to sing when she was a little girl. “Great is thy faithfulness.” I also remember her singing the song while she vacuumed the living room in Saturday morning. I was much younger, my brothers were toddlers. Adversity turned mom into a stripper. She stopped going to church. She stopped reading Bible stories to us. She needed to provide for her kids, and she didn't feel she was doing it the right way. She was ashamed of what she did. I could tell. She didn't want us playing with the neighbors' kids. She wanted us indoors. Neighbors had a way of snooping by asking indirect questions in a subtle way, so you can't tell that they are snooping on your private life. My mom always lived in the fear that we would say something that we…