I believe death is love There it was hanging in the closet up stairs when we came back from the funeral. That long beautiful black dress was her favorite. It was a bright hot day when she last wore it. It was the day of my baptism. We had all arrived to the party, my mom was the first to get down to business. She was catering the party and welcoming people but she still had that dress on, until later that day the heat forced her to change. She told my sister vanessa to hold on to it until we got home so she can hang it up. That day was the last time she ever wore that dress. It was hanging in that old closet no one uses mocking me with its emptiness. I started to cry once i saw it. I grabbed it and it smelled exactly like her, the smell of
