|My mother, my father... they are long dead. I was not the closest with them, but I was not the worst off. I suppose when they heard of my death they shed a tear or two... or perhaps they were too busy to cry over a dead daughter. Perhaps that is not fair---I had a funeral, a very humble one. It is terrible but I went; they chose the most dreadful flowers---carnations. I hated carnations. Too bright, too cheerful for a funeral.
81 years old
November 14 2021