Memorial Memories

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“I made a bad joke once,” Tom said. “I said pregnant women looked like they were carrying tires around their waists.” He hung his head. “So whenever we talked about having children, Sarah reminded me she’d look like a tire.” Tom paused to let the low laugh of the funeral crowd float up the rafters. “So when she did get pregnant, she set up dinner in the alley by the pile of tires to tell me we were going to be parents. She always knew what to do.” Tom’s voice cracked. The preacher walked over and embraced the weeping widower.


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21 thoughts on “Memorial Memories

  1. Ohh this story is saturated with heaviness. Tom’s joke really was a bad one which obviously had a fatal effect on Sarah. I wished Sarah would have believed in herself more and left Tom, then the joke would have been on Tom! Good read.


  2. I think Sarah took it in good part and got her own back in the alley with the announcement. Sounds as though he’ll have some wonderful memories, which won’t make things easier in many ways, but won’t leave him with the regret of having hurt her feelings.



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