The Final Goodbye
Bliss Ositasmy sweet physician wife calls the shotsshe took my heart filled it with nothing but painmy marriage makes me feel dead insideshe took the house, the car, and my heart
She had cried until there was nothing left to pour out, yet the tears still came, silently, endlessly.
The priest, a tall man with a gentle yet commanding voice, stood before the casket. His voice carried through the crowd as he began the sermon.
“Life,” he said, pausing briefly as the wind brushed through his white robe, “is like a candle. It burns bright and gives warmth, but eventually, it flickers out. And when it does, it leaves behind memories — the true mark of who we were and how we lived.”
Heads bowed. Some wept quietly. Others clasped their hands in prayer.
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