All the way to me.Wedding Planning Services
And that’s when I saw it.
Something pale blue was tied around the stems of her bouquet. Wrapped around the roses and lavender. Knotted neatly at the bottom, with the edges hanging down.
My mother’s handkerchief.
The little violets I had embroidered on it were facing out.
Hannah looked right at me.
She held out her hand.
I couldn’t move.
I just stood there at the end of the last row with my beaded purse in one hand and the other hand pressed against my chest.Study Anatomy
Every single person in that church turned around to look at me. Two hundred faces. I could feel them like heat on my skin.
Hannah kept holding out her hand.
“Mom,” she said.
It wasn’t loud. But in that silent church, it carried all the way to the back.
Mom.
