Funerals

Funerals no longer make me cry.

Death is so often now. And I wonder when this change happened.

I sit in the pew wide-eyed not the least bit bushy-tailed. The bodies are so still. Yet I cannot bring myself to view them. I cannot bring myself to look in their faces.

 

 

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