HEAUX TENDENCIES (5)
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?
