Come the end of the school year my job at the cemetery will terminate. I am busy composing my last letter to the trustees, and I will deeply and sincerely miss it. For the job has awakened a real sense of responsibility to "my" interred. I know exactly where they rest. I pray for them all. Regardless of date of death or vault type.Today while out gathering as much data as I could from the stones, I came across this poor bird: stillborn. We have more than I would care to mention of human stillborn interments. And it saddens me. Children laid to rest before their chance to shine.
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