~ WILLA’s POV ~
“I shall fear no evil, for the Lord is with me. His rod and His staff will comfort me. Surely, goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever. Amen,”
Pastor Mark finished praying and everyone opened their eyes. I didn’t close mine. My eyes were stuck, staring at the wooden casket in front of me. Mom was holding onto my hand, our fingers were laced together and resting on the top of my black dress.
“Weston White was a brave young man,” Pastor Mark continued, “He was smart, caring, and kind. He loved the arts and the arts loved him right back. He was a gifted student, a wonderful friend, a loving son, and an exemplary brother. His life and his legacy would forever live in our hearts…”
It was a warm
