Gemotions

The music swelled, a familiar tune that always brought a warmth to her chest. She watched her parents dance, their movements slow but filled with affection. It felt right, this moment, this gathering of loved ones to honor her father.

Her palms felt dry, but she felt no need to wipe them. As she walked to the podium, she felt an inexplicable sense of… completeness. Of being exactly where she was supposed to be.

She spoke about the lessons he taught her, the values he instilled. The stories tumbled out, each one a testament to his character. As she spoke, she found herself reliving his journey in her mind, and felt a profound contentment.