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I went to the cemetery today.
There was a funeral being held, with many black-clad mourners sniffling, and weeping as the Minister spoke words from the Good Book.
I've never been one for funerals, and would usually avoid them, but I found myself drawn closer to the service instead.
They lowered the casket, and the crowd dispersed; only my son remained, staring intently into the hole.
I hadn't seen him in a couple years because of a heated argument, and wanted desperately to reconcile with him.
He wouldn't look at me, but kept tearfully whispering "I'm sorry, Dad."

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    Frenchie over 8 years ago

    Touching .Very good.

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    D.M. over 8 years ago

    Well done!

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    Jonathan Royan over 8 years ago

    Good drabble that :-)

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