The dead are gone and they are happy.
That was the only word of comfort that Sunain had said that was able to get to her.
With her hand in Sunain's, she watched the black flames of the pyre go up in sky that was now golden from the rays of the setting sun, till it disappeared into thin air. The harsh smell stung her nose and her eyes watered from grieve and smoke.
While they were in the room, she had wept enough in Sunain's arms before Sunain had suggested that it was time to send Natty off with love.
It was a tradition in Lobina that the funeral rites be performed this way, for the dead and their loved ones, being that it was an act of letting go in all spheres by the loved ones and a sought of freedom for the dead to ascend.
"The earlier it is done for her spirit, the better. The dead are gone and they are happy." She had said.