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My rapidly dwindling faith in humanity has finally reached bottom. On the morning of Feb. 8, I visited the grave of our son and the recent and still unsodded grave of my wife. A container still set ever so solid in the frozen ground at the head of each grave. The plastic but beautiful poinsettias were missing from the grave of my wife.
Some low-down grave robber is out there amongst us pretending to be a human being. It is of very little consolation to be told such acts are quite common.
