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Yesterday I went to the cemetery. I went to go tell Tenant that I was going out with John now. I wasn’t going to go back there, but I had this needling feeling when I woke up this morning that I needed to go tell him what happened. So even though I didn’t think it made sense, I went.

When I got there, there was a woman crying in front of his grave. I wanted to leave but had this feeling that I shouldn’t. So, I went up to her and asked her if she needed a tissue

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“He was my son,” she explained.

“What did he die of?” I asked. I was remarkably calm considering how much I had wanted to know everything about him.

“Heart disease,” she said pensively. “He had it bad since he was born, but you know – he loved life more than anyone. Every moment was precious.”

I stayed and talked to her for a while, and I’ll never forget what she said. I’ll carry it for the rest of my life.

Comments: 1

That was beautiful. I’ll remember this story too, and I can’t wait to read your new blog. I’ll be a regular visitor. What were you going to call it? Love my life?

Love,

John

The End