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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