Twerking For Jesus

     Amanda Johnson stood at the edge of the grave and smiled. She wasn’t happy that her husband of fifty-four years was gone. Far from it. She had loved him more with each passing day until he’d finally shrugged off this mortal coil. He’d been a good husband, father, grandfather, and lover. Especially the lover part. No, she smiled at the memories. They were all wonderful. She ignored the rain that was pissing all over, rebalanced her cane, and looked out from under her umbrella. Their four children were there…