I have never been to a funeral before. The church was packed full of people, each fanning away the heat with a large fan, their faces glistening with sweat and tears. My heart shattered again each time I heard the cries of anguish coming from Mattie in the front pew, her body wracked with sobs over and over until I am not sure I can take it anymore. Finally, it is over, and they try and take the casket out. I try to look away as Mattie throws herself toward the coffin of her baby and her friends gather around to bring her comfort. There is no comfort and we all know it, we just cannot mentally handle the sounds of her heartbreak any longer or our hearts will break too.My mother says we are not here to mourn, but to witness. We would not forget what happened to Mattie’s boy, and we would not forgive. There were two types of evil, she told us. Those who commit evil acts, and those who see them done and do nothing to stop them. We would not allow this to go unwitnes
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