A small box with a green ribbon being carried by a women. Not noticed by most, but heartbreaking to some. How does it come to be that I leave work at the same time a family's hopes, dreams, love is being carried out...
In a moment, I am back in September. Back, sitting in a funeral home looking at a satin covered box that holds my hopes, dreams, love. Back standing beside that small box helping Sean say goodbye to his baby brother, smoothing down my baby's hair, trying to accept that he is being held in the arms of God. I am sitting in a cemetery singing Amazing Grace, placing a rose on that little box and saying goodbye. Holding my husband's hand and grasping for hope.
One little box...
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