Why Kaitlyn? I wondered. Kaitlyn had always been the strong one, and it was to her that Tiffany and I always ran after the latest break in the family.

I placed the bouquet of daisies and wildflowers that I had gathered from the meadow beside the coffin. I knew she would understand why. Although she had also been the one who had given up believing in God. Or was it just that she had gotten past anything like that? I couldn’t really understand her, never really tried to. Or needed to.

But why Kaitlyn?

She wouldn’t want to be buried. She would be so trapped…

Everything swirled around in my head as the priest said the “Last Ritesâ€