This story will make you cry for many reasons.

First, a loses his son in one of our endless, costly wars. Sadness

Then, he is told he must change the memorial he has built for him by the cemetary. Sadness, but perhaps understandable?

Then, the man states how the grave is a “second home” and he visits it “3-4 times a day”. Oh God, the sad…it hurts.

Finally, the man’ age? Eighty. His son was just 20 years old. Meaning he had his son when he was SIXTY. A sad, elderly man, mourning the son he sired in his twilight years.

I’m going to go cry myself to sleep now.