I might have something in my eye. From Jef With One F at Art Attack:
We walked to the bench that bears Kat’s name. Shaded by a tree, it over looks the tombstone proper, inscribed with her name, dates, and lyrics from “You Are My Sunshine.” I remember carrying her coffin to this spot like it was yesterday.
“This is a cemetery,” I told her. “It’s a place where we put the bodies of people who have died. Your Aunt Kat, who has your name, is buried here, and I like to come here to think about her and tell her that I still love her very much. I wanted to bring you here today, so you could see the place.”
My daughter crawled up onto my knee as I knelt. I was crying and my voice was hoarse, and she put her arms around me.
“Maybe she’ll regenerate,” she said.
Go read the rest. Bring Kleenex.
(If you stumble across a cool Doctor Who thing, feel free to email me with a link.)
