The last time

I could feel it when i entered the church last year and got a hug from the ugly skeleton in black coat while she met us in the entrance . it was like seeing a ghost , pale as the moon and the haunted thought of that she had been on wedding while her mother past away made me furious . Who is dancing away the night when you know this might be the last year with your mother ? I tried to calm myself because she have a way by making me always upset and went in to the church where my other relatives sat . Nobody said anything . Suddenly the preacher began to speak , he look like an character from Steven King and i couldn't wait to get out from the funeral from hell . This would also be, the last time i saw my relatives , or that was what i thought …