Akatsukami
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Joined: 03 Oct 2009
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Location: Bloomington, IL
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As I walked past a cemetery the other day, I saw a man mourning.
Such a sight in such a place is common, of course, but not like this. The man was kneeling in front of a gravestone, tears streaming down his face, alternately pounding his fists on the ground and reaching up to tear at his hair. Finally he turned his face upwards and, stretching his hands towards Heaven, screamed in a voice filled with anger and pain, "Why, God, why? Why did You take him, and leave me here to suffer?"
Genuinely moved by such raw emotion, I went up to him and put my hand on his shoulder. "Sir", I said, "I can't help but be filled with pity seeing you mourn with such passion and intensity. Tell me, for whom do you grieve? a father? a son?"
"Neither", the man sobbed; "for my wife's first husband". |
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