Jasmine watched as Urma's final procession was held unable to believe what was happening.
She slowly walked to where Urma lay and her hand trembled as she gently touched the wood.
"No but she was fine." Jasmine said. "She was fine when I left. She was okay."
The funeral procession ignored her and carried on with their burial rites.
The tears gathered in her eyes .
How long was she going to suffer?
How long was she going to lose people the moment she grasped them.
"She was okay." Jasmine said reaching Urma and holding her.
She began to shake her. "Wake up Urma. Wake up. You are not dead."
And then Ned quickly grabbed her because the people holding the funeral procession were begin to get upset.
"Let me go." Jasmine said the tears flowing down her eyes. "Let me go."
And she finally managed to stop fighting.
She simply let the tears spill.
She watched as they resumed the funeral procession.
The death of a healer was held in a very private manner.
