At the end, the cemetery workers move aside the tent and bring over a yellow tractor with a backhoe, straps below the bucket to lift the casket and carry it to the grave.
The left back tire of the neglected tractor is completely flat, and it drives along slowly, tire flopping loosely. The casket swings back and forth precariously.
Down into the grave, the body of my mother goes, by her parents and brother.
I look around at everything. I will not return again.
Nodding.
[#]memory #loss #grief
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