“I am haunted by humans.”
~The Voice of Death, taken from Marcus Zusak’s, ‘The Book Thief’
It was raining on Second Street when the world ended for Martin Anderson…
“Drivers are so easily distracted.
For me it’s the sound. Hideous really.
Then comes the frenetic scrambling.
I can tell you with great certainty, he felt nothing–he never even saw it coming.
It’s not easy you know. It’s never easy with children.
Still, there are appointments that must be kept; hundreds and hundreds of appointments.”
In the summer of 1967, death came calling in Hanston, KS. In great grief, Martin Anderson laid his only son, eight-year-old Grady, to rest in St. Anthony’s Cemetery. He was buried alongside his Mother and Grandparents.
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