With Rosalynn anchoring the procession, everything went smoothly.
There were tears for the mourning, black armbands for the bereaved, and strong shoulders to carry the casket. The journey to the funeral home culminated in a heartfelt farewell.
Rosalynn, accompanied by Ivy and Cory, approached the casket where Brisa lay in repose.
"Cory, Ivy, this is the nanny who helped raise your father..." she explained gently.
Wordlessly, Ivy offered three respectful bows. Following a beat behind, her brother Cory did the same.
Rosalynn's smile beamed with pride and contentment.d2
Gazing at Brisa's portrait, she silently asked for forgiveness, "Brisa, I'm truly sorry for today's troubles. I hope you understand. Jameson is a good kid; I couldn't bear to see him wronged. You've now met Ivy and Cory. I hope you can journey to paradise without any worries."
When the time for cremation came, Jameson insisted on being present.
Ivy and Cory, worn out from the day's events, had already fallen asleep in the car.
Rosalynn stepped out to check on them when Jameson's mother approached with a new shawl in hand. "Mrs. Silverman, it's getting a bit chilly with the breeze. Please wrap yourself with this shawl so you don't catch cold."
Rosalynn accepted it with a smile, "Thank you."
"It's me who should be thanking you," the woman said as tears welled up in her eyes again. "If you hadn't been here today, I fear those vultures would have stripped my Jameson bare!"
"Jameson did nothing wrong," Rosalynn assured her warmly. "You and your husband have raised him well; he's so mature and dignified for his age."
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