As poignant as always.

These fics always touch us personally. Mom wanted pictures taken at her funeral (James' mom), so I took pictures of the floral arrangements and photo display. Then her crazy sister posed us all by the urn. What a horrible moment! Who takes pictures at funerals?


Elisabeth

Glad to have you back with a story, Nancy. It was beautiful, but so, so sad.

Ann

You already know what I think how much I enjoyed this story. Let me just say that I'm glad you decided to post it.

Sniff.
James

Beautiful.

So sad, but beautifully written.

Thanks for all the great feedback, guys!!

But I have a question. Did anyone question who the speaker in the story was?

My first inclination was Lois, but I guess it could be Martha.

James

I wrote it with the idea that it could be either Lois or Clark depending on how you looked at the story.

I took it to mean Clark died since the son was so protective of the speaker. How that you said it I could see Clark as greiving for Lois.

Oh my gosh I lurved it! It was truly beautiful work. And I really could see it as both Lois or Clark..

/me lip wobbles...
Brenda

I read it from Lois' POV, probably because Clark is so strong I can't envision someone needing to prop him up. It's equally as poignant from Clark's POV.


Elisabeth

Thanks for all the great feedback, guys!!