When Seth saw two other pastors helping at Delia's funeral he was very concerned.
"Mommy, did daddy SAY they could come up there with him?"
"Mommy, why do you need those tissues?"
I had been crying for ten minutes, at least. I sniffled and said, "Why do you think?"
"Mommy I really don't know! Why do you need those things?"
"Seth, look at my face." He looked at my red-nosed, puffy, tear streaked face.
He said, "What? Your face isn't dirty!"
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