![]() "In lieu of flowers, give to any children's charity." "Just do something for children who are suffering, whatever it is, wherever you are." * * * The funeral was one week ago. It was at Crown Hill. The ground was bare and earth not firm. The wind and rain were pricking through the cold: shades of roses, somewhat sheer flag, shiny casket, astro turf, grave diggers in hoodies. Agua sagrada was sprayed into the hole. Prayers were offered. The Honor Guard presented. The notes of Taps rolling up the snowy hills were unbelievably beautiful. Literally. No one rolled or slipped down the hill like last time. There was nothing more to carry. We could all go home. So that's what we did. I'm home. I am waking up for the children only.
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Anne Principe
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