#6yearsago - 03

I remember my mom’s body arriving at the funeral home. And I just clung to the coffin because I was too nervous to touch her. Like I would hurt her frail, unbreathing body. But I did. Realizing it was the last time I would get to touch her. Her skin was plasticized and cold against mine, yet I’m so glad I did. ‘No one wants to touch the dead’, but it being my last time ever being able to hold my favorite thing about myself, about the world; It’s something I’ll never regret.