Wednesday, December 24, 2008
179/365: The Mourner
When our first son died, she came to offer sympathy. We didn’t know her well, but she was very gracious. But she came day after day, bringing cookies and dog treats and to cry with us. While we appreciated her good heart, it just got to be too much. When our second son died, we asked someone to ask her, nicely, to leave us alone.
Posted by Bev Sykes at 12:02 AM