翻译：LOVE KNOWS NO BOUNDARIES 真爱无界
The church seems cold this morning, even after all the people, friends and family, fill the pews. I sit here in silence, in shock and denial. This was not supposed to happen. What about our dreams, or our plans? We were going to raise our children, travel the world, and grow old together. I’m only 37, a typical housewife. I don’t know if I can do all this alone—two children, no father. What do I do or say?
The faces of so many people confuse me as they come to pay their last respects. Some have real sorrow; I can see it in their eyes. The others seem to just say, “I told you so.” Those famous last words: I-told-you-so. How I can’t stand them. And the pointing fingers as so-called family and so-called friends pick me out of the crowd for others to see. I want to scream and wake up but I can’t do anything but sit there. How can they be so blind?? I fell in love with a man. Love knows no boundaries.
有这么多人的脸，当他们过来表达他们最后的问候的时候，我完全迷糊了。一些人是真的忧伤，从他们的眼睛里我能看出来。另一些人似乎只是说，“我告诉过你会这样的。”那些“经典”的老话：我 告 诉 过 你！我绝不可能依靠他们。那些指示的手比如所谓的家人和所谓的朋友将我和别的人群剔除出来，区别对待。我想要尖叫，想要醒来，但是我不能坐任何事情，除了在那儿坐着。难道他们都是瞎子吗？？我深爱着这个男人。真爱是无界的！
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He was a good man, decent, hardworking, caring and kind. He was retired from the Navy and a gentleman. He was sensitive to others’ needs. The kind of man that knew what to do or say, how to humor any situation and calm everyone’s fears. I remember our first child was a big surprise to both of us. I remember when I told him the news. He fell off his chair, saying over and over in disbelief, “but I’m almost sixty.” After a few months he started planning our next and even doing his famous little dance whenever he discussed the idea.
Our son, our first born, his joy and pride, sit to the right of me seeming just as confused as me. I look over at him. How he looks like his father－blonder hair, tall and skinny—even his Irish temperament and that devilish look in his eyes. He’s wearing his father’s watch. It’s too big for him but he refused to take it off. I know he’ll keep it safe. Our second, the little angel and Daddy’s little girl, lays in her stroller in the aisle, sound asleep. She’never remember the man she called “Da.”
A man, thirty years older than I, lies in coffin near the church altar. Flowers, the American flag and his VFW comrades surround him, paying tribute to him as the man really was. And I sit alone here, with our two children, in silence, praying that this cold morning at church is only a nightmare and I will awake to his loving arms again.
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