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Oct 2010
I've grown weary of funerals
yet I'm just 25
But I think none is as tired as my uncle

In a span of nearly three decades
He buried
His parents, a sister,
two sons, two brothers
and one granddchild

And yet he managed a smile
held my hands in his
whispered I love you
when it was my turn to bury my father.
Written by
MNdiamond
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   Nickols and Catrina Sparrow
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