Thanks be to Ms. EBT.
The pallbearers place Edward's casket in front of us.
Esme, Carlisle, and Alice stare at it from their seats.
And I instantly want to cry at the thought of Esme and Carlisle having to see their son that way.
At Alice burying her brother before he's even known his niece or nephew.
The large crowd surrounds the area Edward will be laid to rest.
Again, my dad holds his Bible, speaks of a life cut short and of a good man.
When he's done, workers come in and begin to lower the casket.
And that's when I see Esme, the epitome of class and love, hit rock bottom before my very eyes.