New York State Funeral Directors Association
There’s a hole in your heart.
Not really, but it might feel that way when someone you love is gone. It’s like you’re a potato chip bag without chips, or like a balloon with no air. You’re just plain empty, as though you’ve sprung a leak.
Someday, you might have your very own stone.
Everyone will know it’s yours because your name will be on it, along with a couple of dates. It’ll be yours for a long time, perhaps forever, but sadly, you’ll never see it in its finished form.
They were placed prominently on two tables in the foyer of an historic mansion. It was a building only Colonial-era American aristocracy called home two centuries ago.
Unlike in the days that followed their deaths, the remains of 14 people were treated with respect and honor by the community. They lived and died as slaves in Colonial New York – but they were re-buried as brothers and sisters in the year 2016.
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