This is not your typical Mothers Day story or tribute. It is a real story of love, tragedy, sorrow and grief. Sadly this isn’t a story at all, it’s a reality, my reality.
I went to school for funeral services, it is a two year program. One year in school and the second year is a paid internship year that you work in funeral services and also complete assignments. To graduate from the program and get your license you must then pass a practical examination and final exams for school and then you have to write board exams. Two days of intense examinations.
During my time as an intern I had to deal with many families and every situation was always emotionally heightened given the circumstances. I often had to dig deep with in myself to deal with the weightiness of what it means to be a funeral director on…
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