Her Own Words
By Judith Cullen
(c) 2013
Conclusion
When she finally went to bed, sometime after three in the
morning, she just stared blankly at the ceiling until the sun came up. At eight she called her office to let them know
she was staying at home. She didn’t have
any crucial appointments or deadlines, and she had plenty of time off coming.
When she finally went to bed, sometime after three in the
morning, she just stared blankly at the ceiling until the sun came up. At eight she called her office to let them know
she was staying at home. She didn’t have
any crucial appointments or deadlines, and she had plenty of time off coming.
Ten a.m. found her in the stiff cold air, opening her
umbrella as the rain started to fall.
She had gotten the
name of the cemetery from the listing she had found,
and the desk clerk had given her directions how to find the grave. The actual physical
cemetery was a little more intimidating than the graphics on the desk clerk’s computer. Elaine finally found her though.
Rebecca Jonas
Born August 14, 1962
Died October 5, 2006
There was no other inscription. Elaine recognized the headstone. There was a group of ladies at one of the big
local churches who had started a charity to help people who died without means
to have a proper burial. They held
bazaars, bake sales, and auctions all to provide monuments and obituary
listings for people who passed and had no relatives, or whose relatives could
not afford it. What had happened to
Rebecca’s family? She had been an only
child, but she’d had parents.
