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May 2, 2010

Digging a grave is harder than you’d think, and like many seemingly simple things, there’s a certain technique involved.  The rain, cold, and wind made it harder, though that was in keeping with my mood.

We dug the grave deep, for fear of it being disturbed by other animals.  When it was time, I kissed my Henry Etta James goodbye, told her I loved her, and laid her to rest.  My sister allowed me to cover her up first before helping.  She apologized for tamping down the soil, but I thought of it as tucking dear Henry in.