Chapter Fifty

The wind blew lightly, sounding lonely like whistles. It was enough to send chills down everyone's back irrespective of their big black coats or jackets. The crowd of hundred people and more who had gathered in Sam's memory all stared at the black casket. Some of them family, relatives, friends, acquaintances and school mates. Father Damian was preaching but I couldn't bring myself to listen to him. The casket that held the best friend I was always grateful to have, had all my attention.

My eyes brimmed when they travelled up and locked on a framed portrait of Sam which was adorned with flowers standing proudly behind the casket. He looked so happy, grinning and showing his beautiful teeth as those grey eyes crinkled at the corners. So energetic and full of life. My heart squeezed in my chest when I thought of the lifeless body enclosed within the casket. I had never imagined that a day like this would ever come.