Glenda Parrish
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From Death to Life
Easter took on an entirely new meaning after the sudden death of my 25-year-old son
Six of us piled into our Suburban early on Easter morning. We were silent. I felt empty.
After what seemed like a long road trip, we finally arrived at the local cemetery where the body of my 25-year-old son, Nathan, was buried. He had unexpectedly died in a rock-climbing fall, just one day after we buried my husband’s father.
We slowly made the dreaded walk to Nathan’s grave. A year earlier, no one would have ever thought that this would be our first activity on our next Easter.
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From Death to Life
Easter took on an entirely new meaning after the sudden death of my 25-year-old son.
Six of us piled into our Suburban early on Easter morning. We were silent. I felt empty.
After what seemed like a long road trip, we finally arrived at the local cemetery where the body of my 25-year-old son, Nathan, was buried. He had unexpectedly died in a rock-climbing fall, just one day after we buried my husband’s father.
We slowly made the dreaded walk to Nathan’s grave. A year earlier, no one would have ever thought that this would be our first activity on our next Easter.
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