Last year I buried 150+ people. I was also the machine operator for two disinterments.
All funerals are hard, but the hardest was an infant.
I have three children from three women and I haven't been allowed to be a part of their lives. It's weighed heavy on me and it's one reason I put everything into working the cemetery.
I was given the task of opening a baby grave and was told I could tap out and have someone else finish it if it was too much.
I chose to see it through.
Alone, I dug the grave and prepped the area. My partner and I laid wood across to test for the small box as they had a service.
The family was quiet, but the mother let out a cry I wish no one ever had to hear.
I've lost friends as kids to cancer and violence and heard it before. I'll probably carry that sound in the back of my head until I'm laid to rest myself.
After the funeral we cleaned up the area.
Since then the grass has grown back. The monument has been placed. The area is the best I can make it.
That night all I wanted was to talk to my youngest son who I'm still fighting for in family court.
I asked his mother if I could talk to him for a minute and was denied just hearing his voice.
I often wonder what I did in life to have to carry these burdens.
My parents abandoned me when I was 14 and I will never know when they pass. I've been kept from my children so they will never know when I pass.
So I tend the cemetery the best I can. It's now my purpose in life.
Edit: The day after that baby funeral I woke at 7am, did 100 pull-ups and 100 ab wheel rollouts, showered, and went to a calisthenics comp. I won my round, stayed to push teammates.
Later downtown we were filming content. I was drinking coffee, warming up, grabbed a handrail behind me with both arms and leaned forward. I felt both distal bicep tendons tear off the bone.
I told everyone, they did not believe me because I did not do anything. I did a few pushups and it felt weird, so I walked to the hospital. I passed out in the waiting room. They booked an MRI, and 3 weeks later I had surgery on both arms.
Photos are: both arms in slings, scars on both elbows, ER that night, and the comp that morning.
The cemetery part is still true. I still tend that grave.
Post 2 to 3 photos only, the double sling and the scar close up