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Apr. 4th, 2003 09:13 amSo here I sit in my monkey suit. In a half hour we'll get into the car and go over to the funeral of a man I barely knew.
It's strange to think of my Dad doing this for a living. Not even being able to stay on the sidelines, but having to be a focal point for the grief and mourning, over and over again. It takes so much courage.
Folks are coming by to sign the card. Time to log out.
It's strange to think of my Dad doing this for a living. Not even being able to stay on the sidelines, but having to be a focal point for the grief and mourning, over and over again. It takes so much courage.
Folks are coming by to sign the card. Time to log out.