When my dad passed away in 1999, my family went to choose his memorial stone. This little angel girl was up against the building abandoned.
"What is she doing there? " i asked the owner....
"Oh, she was picked up from the East Orange Cemetery, the family is having her replaced with a new one because her wings are broken off. She was on some little kids grave who died in 1901. She's going into disposal."
"What?! She was protecting a child's grave for a hundred years....you can't throw her out!" I started tearing up.
"You want her?" he asked. "If you can move her, she's yours."
It took three of us, she weighs well over a hundred pounds.
.............i just had to, if you can dig that. She protected a soul and i have to protect hers.
"What is she doing there? " i asked the owner....
"Oh, she was picked up from the East Orange Cemetery, the family is having her replaced with a new one because her wings are broken off. She was on some little kids grave who died in 1901. She's going into disposal."
"What?! She was protecting a child's grave for a hundred years....you can't throw her out!" I started tearing up.
"You want her?" he asked. "If you can move her, she's yours."
It took three of us, she weighs well over a hundred pounds.
.............i just had to, if you can dig that. She protected a soul and i have to protect hers.