Family Travel / 20

My aunt told me that at the funeral she kept wanting to take my hand, but my uncle said it wasn’t her place. He said my brothers should hold my hand. Or my father. But she wanted to hold my hand herself.

I pitched a fit at the grave, I remember. Somebody told a joke and I was outraged.

I don't remember if anyone held my hand.

My aunt said, “I wanted to take your hand. I felt you were mine.”