Puzzle Pieces: IX: Church

I remember church pews, and sitting sandwiched between my dad and brother. A pastor leading the memorial service. The words are gone and the memory overlaid with tears.

The pastor asked the three of us to go up to the the altar where a box sat. It was a beautiful box, made of stone, long and rectangular with rose designs etched on the sides and the lid. The pastor lifted the lid, inside was a single candle with three separate whisks. The pastor said that the three wicks represented our family, missing one, however still a family. Each wick was lit and the three of us blew them out together. That's the only memory i have of my mother’s memorial service.

After the service was over my dad and i took a photo in front of the church. I don't know why and i don't remember taking the photo; I only know it happened because i've seen the picture. I've never been back to that church or my mother's grave.