I first saw the little boy about thirty minutes before the funeral was scheduled to begin. I guessed him to be six or seven years old. He was standing at the edge of the chapel, looking toward the open casket. As I watched, he slowly approached the casket where his mother stood looking at the body of her father.
“I thought you were with your dad,” the mother said.
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