Doomed to Die (or not)

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The first time I met Carol, she was leading four small grandchildren into the church.

They stuck out to me because they were quiet and sat so still.

“These kids need to be in church,” Carol said, and conceded, “It is good to be here.”

This week, I watched those little kids, who are adults with their own children now, look into a casket to say goodbye to the grandmother who had cared for them.

They again sat quietly and so still on the front row of the church, turning ...