I stood there, staring at my clothes. What does a mama wear to her son’s funeral? I looked over my wardrobe.There were o — Shelley Ramsey, Grief: A Mama's Unwanted Journey
I stood there, staring at my clothes. What does a mama wear to her son’s funeral? I looked over my wardrobe.There were o — Shelley Ramsey, Grief: A Mama's Unwanted Journey
I stood there, staring at my clothes. What does a mama wear to her son’s funeral? I looked over my wardrobe.There were o — Shelley Ramsey, Grief: A Mama's Unwanted Journey
I stood there, staring at my clothes. What does a mama wear to her son’s funeral? I looked over my wardrobe.There were o — Shelley Ramsey, Grief: A Mama's Unwanted Journey
I stood there, staring at my clothes. What does a mama wear to her son’s funeral? I looked over my wardrobe.There were o — Shelley Ramsey, Grief: A Mama's Unwanted Journey
I stood there, staring at my clothes. What does a mama wear to her son’s funeral? I looked over my wardrobe.There were o — Shelley Ramsey, Grief: A Mama's Unwanted Journey
I stood there, staring at my clothes. What does a mama wear to her son’s funeral? I looked over my wardrobe.There were o — Shelley Ramsey, Grief: A Mama's Unwanted Journey
I stood there, staring at my clothes. What does a mama wear to her son’s funeral? I looked over my wardrobe.There were o — Shelley Ramsey, Grief: A Mama's Unwanted Journey
I stood there, staring at my clothes. What does a mama wear to her son’s funeral? I looked over my wardrobe.There were o — Shelley Ramsey, Grief: A Mama's Unwanted Journey
I stood there, staring at my clothes. What does a mama wear to her son’s funeral? I looked over my wardrobe.There were o — Shelley Ramsey, Grief: A Mama's Unwanted Journey
I stood there, staring at my clothes. What does a mama wear to her son’s funeral? I looked over my wardrobe.There were o — Shelley Ramsey, Grief: A Mama's Unwanted Journey
I stood there, staring at my clothes. What does a mama wear to her son’s funeral? I looked over my wardrobe.There were o — Shelley Ramsey, Grief: A Mama's Unwanted Journey
I stood there, staring at my clothes. What does a mama wear to her son’s funeral? I looked over my wardrobe.There were o — Shelley Ramsey, Grief: A Mama's Unwanted Journey
I stood there, staring at my clothes. What does a mama wear to her son’s funeral? I looked over my wardrobe.There were o — Shelley Ramsey, Grief: A Mama's Unwanted Journey
I stood there, staring at my clothes. What does a mama wear to her son’s funeral? I looked over my wardrobe.There were o — Shelley Ramsey, Grief: A Mama's Unwanted Journey
I stood there, staring at my clothes. What does a mama wear to her son’s funeral? I looked over my wardrobe.There were o — Shelley Ramsey, Grief: A Mama's Unwanted Journey
I stood there, staring at my clothes. What does a mama wear to her son’s funeral? I looked over my wardrobe.There were o — Shelley Ramsey, Grief: A Mama's Unwanted Journey
I stood there, staring at my clothes. What does a mama wear to her son’s funeral? I looked over my wardrobe.There were o — Shelley Ramsey, Grief: A Mama's Unwanted Journey
I stood there, staring at my clothes. What does a mama wear to her son’s funeral? I looked over my wardrobe.There were o — Shelley Ramsey, Grief: A Mama's Unwanted Journey
I stood there, staring at my clothes. What does a mama wear to her son’s funeral? I looked over my wardrobe.There were o — Shelley Ramsey, Grief: A Mama's Unwanted Journey
I stood there, staring at my clothes. What does a mama wear to her son’s funeral? I looked over my wardrobe.There were o — Shelley Ramsey, Grief: A Mama's Unwanted Journey
I stood there, staring at my clothes. What does a mama wear to her son’s funeral? I looked over my wardrobe.There were o — Shelley Ramsey, Grief: A Mama's Unwanted Journey
I stood there, staring at my clothes. What does a mama wear to her son’s funeral? I looked over my wardrobe.There were o — Shelley Ramsey, Grief: A Mama's Unwanted Journey
I stood there, staring at my clothes. What does a mama wear to her son’s funeral? I looked over my wardrobe.There were o — Shelley Ramsey, Grief: A Mama's Unwanted Journey
I stood there, staring at my clothes. What does a mama wear to her son’s funeral? I looked over my wardrobe.There were o — Shelley Ramsey, Grief: A Mama's Unwanted Journey
I stood there, staring at my clothes. What does a mama wear to her son’s funeral? I looked over my wardrobe.There were o — Shelley Ramsey, Grief: A Mama's Unwanted Journey
I stood there, staring at my clothes. What does a mama wear to her son’s funeral? I looked over my wardrobe.There were o — Shelley Ramsey, Grief: A Mama's Unwanted Journey
I stood there, staring at my clothes. What does a mama wear to her son’s funeral? I looked over my wardrobe.There were o — Shelley Ramsey, Grief: A Mama's Unwanted Journey
I stood there, staring at my clothes. What does a mama wear to her son’s funeral? I looked over my wardrobe.There were o — Shelley Ramsey, Grief: A Mama's Unwanted Journey
I stood there, staring at my clothes. What does a mama wear to her son’s funeral? I looked over my wardrobe.There were o — Shelley Ramsey, Grief: A Mama's Unwanted Journey
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I stood there, staring at my clothes. What does a mama wear to her son’s funeral? I looked over my wardrobe.There were outfits purchased for work, church, and casual weekends but nothing to wear to the burial of my seventeen-year-old son.

— Shelley Ramsey, Grief: A Mama's Unwanted Journey
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