"No, Lolo. Why? What is today?"
The elderly man who's back was curved like and hunched over held a small child's hand in his. His bald head reflected the sunlight on that calm, warm August day. The small child looked up at him in curiosity. Her braided black hair slightly swayed in the wind with her simple pink dress flowing with it.
"Today was the day your parents left for heaven."
The little girl's eyes grew wide.
"They went to heaven on this day?"
The elderly man as he smiled sadly at the sky. The little girl smiled not quite understanding what it all meant. She tugged at the man's hand when the wind began to pick up.
"Lolo, let's go home. I wanna go home."
"Okay, Rose," the elderly man said as he continued looking to the sky.
"I remember that day so well, though I don't know why it holds such a place in my heart. It is probably one of my most cherished memories of my grandfather."
A woman with long black of the age about twenty or so stood at a podium at the front of a church. The pews were filled with people wearing black and white clothing. Many were wiping their faces with handkerchiefs and blowing their noses with tissues. Before the altar stood an open black box - an open coffin.
"Thank you for everything, Lolo. I love you, good-bye..."
The woman stepped down from the podium with a tear inching down her cheek as she walked over to the coffin and kissed the forehead of the corpse hidden within it.
The coffin was closed and the people filed out after it.
The woman who was the granddaughter stood in a cemetery with her hair and grey dress swaying in the wind. At her feet was her grandfather's grave. Written on the gravestone was "Gone to heaven."
The woman placed a single white rose upon the grave.
"Hey, know what today is, Lolo?"
Silence.
"It's the day mom and dad left for heaven." The woman gently bent down and grabbed the hand of the little boy standing beside her looking down at the grave. "It's the same day you left for heaven too, Lolo."
A man came walking up from behind the woman and put his arm around her shoulders as she softly cried. The little boy tugged at her hand asking his mother what was wrong. The woman shook her head and smiled at the toddler and then at the man.
They began to walk away from the grave. The woman looked back and smiled.
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