The day after the funeral all of my siblings gathered at the farm house. It had been agreed upon that none of our family should be there, only the four of us. Matt had agreed to take the kids out to the back pond to fish. He understood the need for us all to deal with the material side of things for the final closure before we headed back home.
Mary showed up first. Her hug was longer and tighter than usual. “How ya doing?”
I nodded. “Good. I made some of Mom’s iced tea. Want some?”
She smiled. “Yes. I never take the time to make it.”
“It’s really quite simple,” I said over my shoulder. “I make it for Matt all the time.”
She pulled out a chair from the small table that was in the kitchen. It was the first we really had gotten to talk since Mom died. I welcomed the alone time with her.
“What did you think of the service?” Mary asked as I handed her a tall glass of iced tea.