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Conversations a day of grieving, 1/22/94 seven there has been a lot of death in my family my brother died when he was three i was seven his appendix exploded they operated then they realized a sponge was missing it was inside of him they gave him some extra penicillin opened him up again there was an infection they removed the sponge closed him up gave him more penicillin but they didn’t know he was allergic he died within two weeks my other brother overdosed on drugs when he was twenty-seven i was twenty-six then a year ago my son died he was hit by a car he was thirteen at my brother’s funerals everyone ended up going to a restaurant and getting drunk for hours i didn’t want that for my son i made sandwiches and coffee at my house in the church it was standing room only everyone from the seventh and eighth grade was there everyone from every fire department my husband ever worked for was there there was even a fire truck for a bed of flowers there were lines out the door to the church there wasn’t any drinking and people flooded me at my house all in all it was a very nice funeral Copyright Janet Kuypers. All rights reserved. No material may be reprinted without express permission.