My Last Visitation......

Saturday night I was southbound to G-boro when my old man calls and says, and I quote, "Hey! You comin' to visitation tonight?"
And I'm like, "Well, who died?!"
Turns out, it was a lady that I've known all my life.
She was my Sunday School teacher at church for a few years and she's always helped with VBS.
She lost her battle to cancer last week.
I'm not sure how hold she was but I'm sure she had a good life.
She was always a happy woman and very smiley.
I flew back to T-town to get ready (I took a 35 second shower) and then flew on to C-ville.
I got there about 20 minutes before the visitation was scheduled to end, but these things always run late, I know, it's OK.
Visited with a few of my relatives that were still there.
Went in the parlor.
Talked with a few people I knew, including her kids and husband.
Never got closer than 10 feet of her casket.
I couldn't make myself go over and look at her.
I see dead people every single day.
My life revolves around dead people but I could not walk over to that casket and look at her.
I wanted to see her.
I wanted to inspect their work but something was up.
I just couldn't do it.
I'm still trying to figure it out.
I'm a mystery.