Three Days Before the Casket Was Delivered, My Son Asked Me to Sign a Document

I slid my hands under her arms and lifted.

She was warm, heavier than I’d expected.

Her head rolled onto my shoulder.

Her pajama top was twisted beneath the shawl.

I straightened it with one hand.

Her eyes opened a sliver.

“Bunny,” she said.

I reached back for the rabbit and pressed him against her chest.