Hold Me Closer


I buy a plane ticket and fly down to Georgia. At the airport, I rent a car and drive down to Musella and find the cemetery. Carrying my bluetooth speaker, I find Lynne’s grave. I cue up the music.

I call out into the twilight, “Tonia, my sister, my pal, please join me. Sean, my brother, my friend, please come join me.” I hold out my hands to either side and wait for them to take a hand. We step onto the grave.

I curtsy to Sean and bow to Tonia. I turn on the music and Elton John’s piano notes soar into the air.

We dance.


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