Osler's Razor

In the picture, I am at the Oklahoma City Bombing Memorial with Bud Welch. He is pointing to the chair which bears the name of his daughter, Julie.

Julie was a translator at the social security office who would have lived but for the fact that she was called to front of the office to help a man, there with his pastor, who did not speak English. She walked to the front, greeted them, and then was killed in an instant.

The memorial in Oklahoma City is powerful and fitting. There is a field full of empty chairs, larger ones for adults, smaller ones for children. Some memorials fit, like this one... and some do not. To me, there are few things sadder than going to a funeral where the eulogy is given by a minister who did not know the person very well, if at all.

Let's haiku about memorials, of any kind-- a funeral, a grave, or a monument like this one.

Here is mine:

Lines of empty chairs
Unevenly spaced, but
The little ones, so sad.

Now it is your turn...