There was something about her soul. The air was frozen, come the day of the service. The ground wore a muddy overcoat. All stood gathered round the casket, speechless for lack of adequate words. Only Margaret came forward, a single sheet of paper enfolded between her numbing fingers. "I hate funerals." ~ "You amaze me, I'm telling you-out of all the people I've known-I've never-" She closed the breathless space between their lips. ~ Yes, she caught my eye, but how could she not? To think I might have missed her, had I walked a different path around the stars. (UPDATED REGULARLY)