CatherineElle
She glanced down, if only briefly, at the bleeding, gaping wound in her hand. Despite her intense dislike of blood, she found herself beginning to stare at it with alarming intensity. Where it had come from, she didn't know. But it scared her, and she wondered if maybe bigger things than she, or anyone, could comprehend were at play.
I've never come so close to the meaning of the word as when watching my grandmother as the casket closed at my grandfather's wake. They had ten children together, and more than 60 years of marriage.