Part One — The Funeral
The first thing I remember about my sons’ funeral is the sound of one of their tiny coffin lids closing.
It was such a soft sound.
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The first thing I remember about my sons’ funeral is the sound of one of their tiny coffin lids closing.
It was such a soft sound.
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