Saturday, July 31, 2010
This morning I went to a funeral. It was graveside. It was for a baby who lived 42 days. It sucked. I cried. Then I cried some more. No words could be spoken. As I was walking to my car a uniformed service member of the Air Force got down on one knee over a headstone, took off his cap, and cleaned grass clippings and dead leaves off the headstone. Then I cried again.
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Those are the moments that seriously touch you! Life is so precious.
so sorry. i can't handle stuff like that anymore, i bring it home with me. i am sure the family appreciated you being there and it helped them i know it.
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