The Only Death I’ve Cried More about Is My mother’s

Funerals and wakes were a part of my life before I reached the double digits.

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Thanks to my mother, the reality of death was a part of my life before I could stand in front of a casket and look down. The first things I saw were the ornate golden handles and either dark lustrous wood or a metallic finish.