’Twas an open grave I passed on my way out of the cemetery: Quite often gravediggers dig graves beforehand and keep them open and ready for the next body to come. But as I passed the grave, I heard a chuckle and shuddered, “I could be open for you!” said…
The Open Grave..!
Love Without Measure..!
The other day I watched a wife look after her disabled husband. He was a surly, grumpy sort who did not have the will or inclination to do something to get his limbs moving again through physiotherapy. All he did throughout the day was sit at home, filled with self…