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A father brought his ten year old son to the cemetery where his mother was buried about a month earlier. It began to rain, and lightning struck the boy dead on the scene. It is believed a St. Anthony medallion worn around his neck acted as a conductor.
didn’t you, you unfair God?
our anniversary. How am I
in this world that looks like
him free? Did I not watch
st. anthony’s medallion
The sky is weeping again.
For me. What have I done,
this is my punishment for
what? You did this to me,
Didn’t I tell them I loved
them enough? I went to the
school play, remembered
supposed to go on now? My
wife first, take her from me
first, then take the only thing
her. That has her nose. Her
chin. Why couldn’t I rip
that medallion off him, set
him enough? Did I not love
them enough? Why wasn’t it
me? Why wasn’t it me? Why?
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