talk to your children

She said this to me as we stood in front of her son's casket where he lay yellow, looking nothing like himself and I cried on her shoulder and hugged her. Dark circles were under her eyes, she had been walking the dogs at four a.m.. Her husband was talking to someone else in the background and everyone left us alone for awhile, as we picked up the easy banter of those who have known each other for years. "Talk to your kids"...and she stood there and didn't cry because she was all cried out for awhile.