same, small coffin, together, holding each other.  Amy held Destiny, with William beside her, and Christine and Ryan held hands tightly, as they watched the coffin of their newborn baby boys get lowered into the cold, dark ground.  They had chosen the names William and Lansford for their sons, and Christine cried, as they covered the coffin with dirt, realizing that they’d never hear their Ma call them in for supper, or listen to her say she loved them.  Grief, all of a sudden, flooded over her, like a torrent, and she lunged for the ground her sons were being lowered into.  Ryan held her back, as she sobbed and screamed, begging for them not to put her babies into the cold, dark, lonely earth.  She didn’t care about her dignity, she just wanted her babies.  Ryan held her strongly i...

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