So when my father died, his grave became an important
place for my mother.
She would plant small bushes and roses.
She would bring fresh flowers and place in a vase.
She would light memorial candles.
Today she heard on the radio that vandals had been at
that cemetery, and quickly went there.
It turned out that my father's grave was one of those
the vandals had attacked.
The gravestone was standing.
The plants were uprooted.
The vase was broken.
The candle holder was broken.
What goes on in the head of persons who behave this way?
Strange.
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