She Loved Him?

He was buried, with a piece of thin cotton cloth wrapped around him. I thought the cloth would prevent his body from being mixed with soil... so I told my Mother not to wrap the cloth. I told her about my Dad's last wish.

She didn't seem surprised after I finished telling her about the conversation I shared with my Dad.

"The cloth will mix up with the soil too," she said.

I was surprised...

What was that emotion behind her voice? Hiding behind her cold blue eyes?

Sadness?

Loss?

Grief?

Probably all of them.

I heard my Father numerous times saying that he loved my Mother. I was sure of it. His love for her.

Even after all the things my Mother did. Even after she abandoned him, he loved her.

"She has her own reason to do so... and I'm fairly certain that reason is quite strong." He used to say.

But I was never sure of her love for him.

Until that night.

I heard those heart aching sobbing sounds... muffled... probably by a pillow... from her room. From their room.

But I didn't know why.

Why did she leave him?

Why did she love him?

Why did she fall in love with him in the first place?

I do not know.

Probably never will.