The notes of an unfamiliar song come quietly from the speakers. Multi-colored lilies and tulips from my mother’s garden have been used to accent the white-cloth covered chairs, separated evenly down the middle to provide a natural aisle. At the end of it stand the priest and another man, but my gaze quickly darts away. Grand-da, my father, and siblings sit to the left while two men sit to the right. One is massive, scary-looking, and overshadows the other. His shoulders are tense, his jaw clenches, and his eyes seem glued to my grandfather. My gaze is unfocused as my mother leads me partway
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