I stood up, and Papaw took me by the hand.
I felt like I was in a dream, like none of this was real, like I was sleeping and would soon wake up.
But…
“Wiley!”
Someone called my name. I looked over my shoulder and saw a lot of people sitting there, but no was paying any attention to me.
Papaw and I walked slowly to the front where the casket was. I felt the reassuring weight of Papaw’s arm around my shoulder as he pulled me a bit closer and walked more slowly to accommodate me.
Billy went straight up to the casket, looked down at Daddy for a long moment, said nothing, made the sign of the cross, turned around, and walked back to his seat.
Papaw steered me closer, and I rubbed at my eyes and tried to stop crying.