Λυκόφως

The news always hit me hard. I guess it doesn't really matter on how much you knew the person as the fact that you actually knew them, and now they're actually not there any more. A funeral in Cyprus is a family affair, but mostly it's a woman's affair too. The Church You walk in. Everyone dressed in the appropriate black and gloomy attire.  Faces are looking down. They are looking miserable the very least. Or sad. Or remorseful of some kind. The relatives are easy to spot. Their eyes are all puffy and red. Too much crying. The horror. The shock of their loved one gone forever more is discerned all over their face. You walk in silence. You go and pay your respects to the relative. The deceased lies in the coffin with the little window for you to behold.  "This is me. This is my last facial expression. Look at me. For in a few moments, this flesh will no longer be in sight of this world." You walk to your sit. The liturgy summons the beginni...