03 Jul Bringing James Home
Posted at 19:47h
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Sometimes you mush do what you feel is right, regardless of the naysayers.
“Our house filled with flowers and food and people. It must have been hard for many of my friends, most of them mothers, to walk to the crib in which our son lay. It must have been hard to reach out and stroke his cheek and to hold his little hand. They did, though. Those who’d had reservations, those who were afraid of our decision to keep our dead son at home, they came to me afterward, faces often wet with tears. “Why don’t we do all of our burials like this?” they asked. “When did it become so different?”