I couldn't sleep last night.
I attended a wake last night. It was for the father of one of my students. He was 58 years old.
Two images kept haunting me through the night. One was of his gaunt face (I really shouldn't have looked). There was no sign left of the man in the picture the family had chosen to display. It was eerily similar to my grandma's, after her struggle with cancer.
Another was of my student's mom. She kept bowing, bowing at everyone who came to pay their respect. She kept bowing, bowing deeply, at a 90 degree angle, with tears streaming down her face. She kept bowing, bowing as she thanked us for coming. Bowing at her time of grief.
I couldn't sleep.
that's very sad. you are very kind to have attended.
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