“Please continue,” he said and grabbed my hand.
So I did. I sang the lyrics of his momma’s favorite song while looking right into his eyes. It was the most difficult performance of my life but I did it for Vee. For Vivienne.
Silence enveloped us when the last note toned out. My chest heaved and my throat burned with unshed tears.
“Thank you,” he whispered. “She would have loved it.”
Someone cleared their throat discreetly behind us and we turned to see who it was.
An elderly man dressed in a green fleece jacket with the name of the cemetery printed on the chest stood at a respectful distance. “That was beautiful,” he said. “I truly am sorry to interrupt this privatemoment, but I have to lock the gates.”
“Of course,” I said. “We understand.”
He nodded. “Thank you, gentlemen.” He hesitated a second before continuing. “And I agree. She would have loved it.” Then he walked away.