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May 3, 2010

On the way home, wet and filthy, I thought there was something cathartic about caring for your loved one yourself, digging the grave, getting dirty and doing it all with your own hands, instead of being removed from death and its realities.  Not for the first time, I wished we could have given this last gift to our father.  The Victorians may have been onto something.

Back home, I wept through my shower, the water washing away my tears and the grave dirt.  I couldn’t get out of there.  I let the water wash over me a long time.