The day of the funeral was meant to be solemn, a time for mourning and closure. The village had gathered in numbers, the air heavy with grief and the smell of fresh earth.
Family members, neighbors, and friends wore muted colors, some with tears silently streaming down their faces.
I expected sorrow and respect not chaos.
As the coffin was lowered into the grave, all eyes turned to the widow. She was meant to throw the first handful of soil, a symbolic gesture of farewell.
But instead of following tradition, she stood still, eyes fixed on the horizon, refusing to participate. Murmurs spread quickly among the crowd. Some whispered fearfully about curses, others openly questioned her loyalty and intentions.
The elders tried to reason with her, but her silence was deafening.
It was later revealed that she had long suspected foul play surrounding her late husband’s death.read more...https://drbokko.com/?shorts=chaos-at-funeral-after-widow-refuses-to-throw-soil-on-grave
I expected sorrow and respect not chaos.
As the coffin was lowered into the grave, all eyes turned to the widow. She was meant to throw the first handful of soil, a symbolic gesture of farewell.
But instead of following tradition, she stood still, eyes fixed on the horizon, refusing to participate. Murmurs spread quickly among the crowd. Some whispered fearfully about curses, others openly questioned her loyalty and intentions.
The elders tried to reason with her, but her silence was deafening.
It was later revealed that she had long suspected foul play surrounding her late husband’s death.read more...https://drbokko.com/?shorts=chaos-at-funeral-after-widow-refuses-to-throw-soil-on-grave
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