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[tako_to_ama]

My neighbor's funeral was today. It was raining so everyone was standing under these black umbrellas, and they were playing Taps really softly towards the back. The priest had kind of this deep, droning voice and his wife looked absolutely inconsolable at the front sitting between her children, all of them in the same shade of black. Cars kept

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[timed]

Death is such a difficult thing for me to wrap my head around. It is hard to swallow how permanent it is.