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　　Yesterday I went to the cemetery. I went to go tell Tenant that I was going out with John now. I wasn`t going to go back there, but I had this needling feeling when I woke up this morning that I needed to go tell him what happened. So even though I didn`t think it made sense, I went.

　　When I got there, there was a woman crying in front of his grave. I wanted to leave but had this feeling that I shouldn`t. So, I went up to her and asked her if she needed a tissueStolen story; please report.

　　"He was my son," she explained.

　　"What did he die of?" I asked. I was remarkably calm considering how much I had wanted to know everything about him.

　　"Heart disease," she said pensively. "He had it bad since he was born, but you know - he loved life more than anyone. Every moment was precious."

　　I stayed and talked to her for a while, and I`ll never forget what she said. I`ll carry it for the rest of my life.

　　Comments: 1

　　That was beautiful. I`ll remember this story too, and I can`t wait to read your new blog. I`ll be a regular visitor. What were you going to call it? Love my life?

　　Love,

　　John

　　The End