Saturday, July 7, 2012

Nov. 5, 2022

James isn’t handling seeing all the death very well. I don’t think you ever get fully used to seeing death, but it doesn’t bother me as much now. What bothers me more is going through homes, and putting the pieces of the people’s lives together. Pictures are the worse. Seeing all the joyous moments. Meaningful moments. Loved ones together. All gone now. Kids rooms with toys. Baby rooms with cribs. Painted themed walls. Teddybears. Princesses. I found James more than once standing in front of a baby room. Just staring inside. I don’t think he went inside. He must have lost a baby brother or sister. I feel for him, but said nothing. I can’t take his pain away. No one can. There is no one

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