No wedding
Peter's daughter was to have been married at 2.00 on Saturday afternoon. As he waited for the appointed hour, her husband-to-be was moved to go to town to buy her a present, some trinket that might mean so much later in their lives. Just after 12.30 as he crossed the road to the shop he was hit by a car and killed.How can I ever understand such pain.
posted by Weasel @ 9:08 AM
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