Mar
14
2016
The Sting Of Death
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Driving home from church, I saw them.
A group of people were standing in a circle underneath a tree.
Their heads were bowed.
The mood was somber.
The writer in me connected the dots as I looked at the scene.
Since one man was holding what appeared to be a Bible, I concluded that it was a funeral.
Since children were part of the group, I concluded that it was probably a family pet.
The clouds were gray and no sun was shining, which seemed appropriate.