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September 24, at 7: A box filled with an assortment of clothing reeking of mothballs sat beside an open trunk. Bella thought fondly of her granddaughter Chelsea who ran a small theatre group in the city — they were looking for vintage clothing for their upcoming production.
She reached for the last garment wrapped in brown paper and sat back on some old cushions. It was a gray wool-worsted rayon suit in surprisingly good condition. Tracing the pattern with reverent fingers the memories came.
Her two older brothers had left to serve in the war. At the train station they looked proud in their uniforms, excited to leave the farm for adventure. Mama held an apron to her face and sobbed. Papa wiped tears from sunburned cheeks with hands well acquainted with hard labor. Over the years telegrams came and were delivered to farms nearby.
The community grieved for their lost boys. It was a terrible time. The new butcher, Thomas, a man with intelligent hazel eyes and quick wit insisted on helping her carry out her purchases.
He walked with a slight limp. In the weeks that followed they spent as much time as they could together. They fell in love. Three months later she was pregnant. Aunt Verda intervened when Papa threatened to do harm to Thomas. The wedding was held in the farmhouse and consisted of seven people.
Bella remembered the smell of the gardenia corsage pinned to the lapel of the suit. Mama had fixed her hair in pretty curls. Aunt Verda took pictures.
Thomas looked heartstoppingly handsome in his wool suit and had whispered in her ear that she was his angel.
No one in the world could boast of being happier or more in love. They spent their honeymoon above the general store in the room Thomas called home. A week later Thomas accepted a job offer in the far north. Five months later Annie was born.
Then an evening she would never forget, Thomas mentioned he was tired, had a headache, and would lie down for a while. She called him when dinner was ready.
He lay so still she knew at once that he was dead. She frightened Annie when she screamed. A brain tumor the doctor said. Thomas never saw Annie grow up.Writing a eulogy Step#2: Organize your thoughts by starting with an outline.
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