LOVE AND WAR ( A story of peace and blood)

d in the air, mixing with the soft scent of roses and lilies held tightly in the hands of mourners. At the front, near the open grave, stood George Watkins,

, their voices floating like

ow, swee

to carry

ore they could escape. His eyes never left the wooden coffin, gently rest

holding each other for comfort. A few close friends of Louis

lding a worn Bible, and raised

e, a friend ; Louis Watkins. Her spirit was gentle, her love unwavering. Though we lay her body to rest, we c

hn leaned slightly toward his father, and George instinctively placed

rs most, family, compassion, and forgiveness. May we not only grieve her

hey dropped their flowers onto the coffin. A rose and a lily; symbols of love

rge whispered. "She dese

thing. They stood in silence, two hearts shat

silence was l

fire. John sat across from him, holding a framed photo of his mo

roke the

ll be here," he said, his voice cracking. "I

ered his head, eyes hidde

ontinued. "But I.....i never

e knew you loved her, Dad..

e with this pain, John. Every day. But I promise you

the aching silence but to

air still soaked in sadness. Friends and relatives had com

indedly at her untouched food. Across from her sat Mrs. Roberts

unded, her hands trembled. Slowly, she

rything. For the words, the beatings... for turning Mike against you. I don't k

r throat tightened, and

ana continued, voice cracking. "But.

he floor. They stared at each other for a long moment, tw

said softly. "It hurt

nto a tight embrace, their tea

er chest, overcome with emotion. She stood and j

spered. "I won't lose you two.

in a house once soaked in sorro