Last week my Mom took out my brother's cross for me to keep at my new home.
I didn't really understand what that meant. For all their beliefs, not even my maternal grandmother ever had any large, extravagant holy symbols. I was expecting something small.
Keith died before I was ever born.
I didn't realize it was the cross on his casket. Such a heavy thing.
Nwo I really have to really think about where to put this.
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