A table for six was being prepared. That’s how mum wanted it. I, being the eldest of four had been nominated to organise the gathering. My subdued siblings waited as our two favourite aunts arrived and seated themselves.
I re-read the contents of mum’s letter; an intimate gathering, these six guests only….
Mum always said “If I wasn’t worth visiting before, why on earth should it be any different now?”
So here we were; having told everyone that the funeral was to be a private affair.
Just the six of us saying goodbye to a wonderful mum and sister. Doing it her way.

©Vivian Zems

Friday Fiction with Rochelle

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