Ch. 6 Jordan

Jordan

is next to his father.

I see him next.

I haven't seen him since he went to college

but I remember him

and he remembers me.

Jordan,

who used to drive us to the movies

and buy us ice cream,

looks so sad.

Jordan

waves weakly.

It's nice to see

a friendly face,

but he looks too much like her

for me to feel comfortable.

Jordan

smiles

a nice, familiar smile.

But he looks different.

His hair is longer.

He looks bigger.

He's tanner.

And he has intentional stubble.

Jordan

doesn't hug me

like everyone else.

He holds out his hand

and shakes mine

because he knows how I am about hugging.

Jordan

says, "Nice to see you."

But his voice cracks

and I see his eyes are red and bruised too.

At any other time I might have laughed.

It was kind of funny

in a terrible sort of way.

I have never seen a quarterback cry before.

Author's Note

Please let me know if there are any spelling or grammatical errors. This is the last chapter about the funeral. Leave a comment below and tell me what you think so far. Thanks for reading!
--theladygraceling