Excerpt from A Broken Heart Still Beats; after your child dies. It is a collection of grief anthologies. This quote is from These Same Long Bones by Gwendolyn Parker.
You could tell it sometimes right out at the interment, right while someone stood over the grave. The preacher would throw a piece of earth on the coffin, talking abut dust to dust, and for some, it was as if they'd been slapped, and they'd let out a yell. They'd fall to the ground, screaming, and their kinfolks would have to drag them up to their feet. Sometimes they'd be like that all the way to the car, moaning, clutching at other people's hands. Later, they were the ones who did just fine.
With others, it was as if the sound of the clod of earth was a voice calling to them, and they'd hear it and turn and then something inside them would climb down and lie beside their loved one inside the grave. And after that, all of the light in their eyes would be gone. Other children, parents, even husbands or wives couldn't reach those people who'd climbed down into a grave after their heart.
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