"Mona died," my father said. I can hear the sound of a hoe biting into the ground. My mother was digging the grave in the cat cemetery.
Digging the grave.
Burial shroud. Mona lies inside.
The dug grave, a foot deep.
Placing her inside the grave.
A friend paying his last respects.
Someone else's femur. Dad dug a small hole near the grave and I placed it inside.
A simple stone for a grave marker.
A thunderstorm followed later, with heavy rain.
In Memory of Mona
With Us For 10 Years
Leaving Behind Boy (son) and Timah (daughter)
To Mourn Her Passing