I got to the cemetery 15 minutes before closing time.

Went to my Mom’s marble stone and removed my backpack and

Tequila. Lobo was with me as always. The sun was setting. When I

heard some unrest fifty yards away. I could see a small white coffin

at the site of a grave. I deducted it was a child being interred.

Out of curiosity went discretely to take a look. Looked as a ten year girl.

Pale as the color of death. The mortician had put some pink like color

in her cheeks. A sweet smile frozen in time. The family was devastated.

She was being placed in her forever bed. The crying was piercing. As

an ice pick. The area was flooded with tears. The trees looked sadder

than usual. Lob’s ears were down. As if he were smelling Death nearby.

The scent only him could be capable of detecting. He looked cowed.

I passed my hand on his head as telling him not to worry. He looked at

me. He waged his tail timidly. The coffin went down and we decided to

leave that family vent their sadness to the cold evening wind and the

stars. Got back to my place. Lit a cigarette. Had a shot of my Tequila.

And thought, yes. We all go. Old and young. Had some lime with salt to

clean a sour mouth taste. They left. Silence took over the cemetery.

And the trees limbs swayed gently. The cricket started to sing. And the

owl to howl. Lit my candle. Lay on the marble stone. Looked at the

moon. With lobo now relaxed close to me. It was going to be a good

night.

EO