Monday, April 25, 2005

Stone...

Momma and I visited Daddy's grave yesterday. The marker had been set. A bird had pooped on top of it and I imagined him rolling his eyes and thinking "even in the grave I get crapped on!" It was hard to see it all set in stone and even harder to think of his earthly body stored in a box below my feet.

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