r e f i n i n g - t h e - s i l v e r

This is for Hadassah, a joyous kid who lived in the moment and who never even got to graduate from high school.
And for Hannah, who was so strong today through the groaning that the cranks made as they lowered the casket into the ground. Who fought all the way as the bulldozer leveled her sister's grave with horrible screeching sounds and as the shovels scraped the last bits of dirt onto the mound.
Hadassah rests with the God of peace.

P.S. Remind me when i die that i want to be cremated, not buried by an ugly yellow machine.

Hallie really likes her apple.