You know,,,, I’m a hardened old codger...... This thread is bringing tears to my eyes. I’d like to meet colmes in a dark alley. My ex and I were looking at a house, built in 1820, here in Ohio. I was surprised by the tree trunks that were holding up what seemed to be a perfectly substantial parlor floor. My ex-Father-in-law said the trunks were placed there to brace the floor when a previous owner was laid out. Heavy casket, and many friends grieving.
I was walking on an old farm once and noticed a small stone that seemed to be standing up. I went over and looked, and faintly chiseled in the stone was the word “Baby.”
And this was likely from a time when many babies were lost.
Someone, no doubt, had stood there and grieved.
I’d like to stomp his face in.