A sleek black hearse idled in front of me. Pouring rain. I could barely see. The reality of death, yet disbelief in its reality, rested in my heart. At sixteen I never imagined that I would be here. I sat in the driver’s seat of our family van ready for the black hearse to pull out in front of me – leading me to the cemetery for my own dad’s burial. Around Christmas time of 2008, my dad was diagnosed with stage four esophageal cancer and given little hope for living past 6 months to a year. Radiation would only shrink…
Black Hearse
