A 90-year-old grandmother received a request from her granddaughter who she hadn’t seen in 16 years to speak at her son’s funeral.
As she was slowly getting out of the limousine in front of the funeral parlor, she notice all of these young kids exiting very expensive automobiles, cell phones in hand, jewelry reflecting in the sun. They were chatting loudly when they entered the building.
When the time had come for her to speak, she looked around, wiping away tears from her eyes. "We may need more caskets," she said.
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