"FAMILY. Friends, and all." Albert inhaled deeply. "I…" He looked dishearteningly upset. "-I don't know what to say." He looked down, slowly choked back his tears. "We gather today to honor this noble lady," he took a while to continue his eulogy. "… Greta Anne Gregory. A person we have all come to know, love, and cherish for many years…" Albert stopped again and looked at the attendees. Everyone dressed in black. He saw Dominick standing still, staring at the tombstone. And then he looked vaguely to the left, and there was Dominick and Greta's son, Damien. His eyes were in a daze while carrying his little sister, Grace, sleeping so peacefully with her head leaning on Damien's shoulder. That little child didn't know what was going on at this moment. That little child was unaware that she had lost her mother.
Oh! Poor that child, Albert thought as he lost his words. He couldn't continue his speech anymore.
