PHOTOS & TEXT BY DREAMA CLEAVER

 

I remember the house very bright inside with lots of light.  We were waiting there for my mom and dad to come back from the funeral.

 

My Aunt Betty had died.  It was August. My Aunt Louise helped me change into a pretty dress.

 

At the graveside a lady came running up to my mom, she was crying.  I hid behind my dad who was dressed in a black suit.