I would scream so many things at the world and at Erica’s family and friends and, yes, even at myself, if I could.
If it was an appropriate response.
If I could bring myself to do it.
I would scream so many things at the world and at Erica’s family and friends and, yes, even at myself, if I could.
If it was an appropriate response.
If I could bring myself to do it.
It’s been two weeks since Erica’s funeral and, already, I’ve heard people talk about the need to move on.
Following is the text of the Memorial Sermon that Reverend Deanne Patchett gave for my sister.
In the last several days, more than a few people, upon learning of Erica’s death, have said, “I know exactly how you feel.”
“Exactly.”
These are the poems that were on display at the visitation/funeral for my sister, Erica.
I wasn’t looking forward to this afternoon for a lot of reasons. The kids didn’t know yet that their aunt died last week.
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