A Strange Dog Sat at My Sons Grave Every Day One Day I Decided to Follow It

Every Sunday, Diane went to the cemetery.

Always at the same time.

Always carrying fresh flowers.

Always walking the same narrow path toward the stone that bore her son’s name.

Caleb had been gone for three years, but grief had never learned how to respect a calendar.

Some Sundays were easier…. Continue Reading ⬇️

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