It was a sunny day.
The golden globe was shining so brightly that it created a white halo on the otherwise pristine blue sky.
It was that kind of a day when families go to parks, couples take a romantic stroll, kids kick the ball and the town population swarms to the only water aquen in the neighbourhood – the pond.
It was a beautiful day, birds chirping, dogs barking cheerfully and kittens climbing the thick branches of the trees.
Yes, it was one of the most beautiful days of the year.
It was also the day of her funeral.
We would escort her during her last summer stroll. We would let the sun rays illuminate her one last time.
And then we would weep.