Legend of a Suicide - Pg 167

   I didn't mean to rush this, he told his son. I know this is your burial. It should be something special and your mother should be here, but I just can't do anything about all that. I just... and here he stopped and didn't know what to say. All he could think was I love you, you're my son, but this bent him so that he couldn't speak, so he wept and shoveled in the dirt and mounded it and packed it and walked back to the cabin in near darkness, not caring much anymore whether he lost his way.