Please read this heartfelt and emotional account of a funeral director’s heart. #thefuneralcommander
Today was a tough day. I cried at work and it has been a while since that has happened. Not that crying is unusual at my workplace, it’s just that I’m usually not the one doing it.
Before I tell you about today, I need to provide a brief, back story:
This past December, we were called to handle the cremation for a man whose next of kin was his sister. As we navigated through the process, I saw where she lived and mentioned that my family had once lived in an adjacent neighborhood. As we continued to chat, we connected the dots and soon came to realize that our families had been next door neighbors for a short time before we moved from Columbia to Aiken and they moved to a new home.
That period of time is a bit of a blurr…
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