When I was about ten, I lived in an apartment in Michigan. My grandmother Wanda had just died, and I was pretty upset about it. My mother was devestated, we had already lost another family member (an aunt) just prior to that. She was actually on the phone with my great grandmother, her grandmother before I went to sleep. I went to bed and began to dream.
In my dream, there was a large white room and many carnations. There was a white casket, and it was slowly going into a furnace. I watched...
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