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First, grab a box of tissues and keep it handy. Then, read this story about the people who deliver the news of a Marine's death to their families. I can only imagine how difficult having that job must be.

(link via kmusser)

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Naturally, the day that I leave dinner simmering away in the crockpot (a barley/lentil stew, for the curious) while I go to work is the day that I get home to find Virginia Power trucks in the parking lot and our neighborhood completely without power. Apparently it was out long enough that the stew is lukewarm and still needs some undetermined amount of cooking time, the ice cream in the freezer is a little melty, and my cat has a complex. He's scared of the dark, y'see. No, really. If he's alone in the house and it's dark, he's completely neurotic by the time you get home and turn on a light.

[The icon, btw, has nothing specifically to do with this post. It just needed to be used.]