Eli watched as the coffin was lowered into the ground. No one really got used to grief. The loss each time was new and terrible in a hundred different ways. Eli felt numb at Mr. Carlysle’s funeral. Having barely known the man, Eli felt as if was intruding on people who truly had the right to mourn him.
Mrs. Carlysle looked brittle and gray. He couldn’t imagine being married to someone for over thirty years, standing by them as they led another life as a superhero, and then being left behind without a goodbye. There were the grandkids that all looked small and lost. Mr. Carlysle had been excited to retire and be able to have the time to watch them grow up, and now he never would.
Eli's feet led him away, down the gravestones to the familiar path he took a few times a year. He found his mother’s grave easily enough. Kathryn must’ve visited not too long ago as there were fresh flowers. He could barely remember her funeral.