December 4, 2008
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wake.
Normally I’d be at work right now.
Great grandma didn’t look like her. I didn’t recognize her lying in the casket. There was beautiful flower arrangements on both sides. Coffee. Pictures. It’s funny. When you die, your life is random memories and photos. Last weekend me and Heather went out. We were talking about grandma’s house, and how the stairs curved around, and then there was the bathroom. We said “bathroom” at exactly the same time. And she always had fresh raspberries in the summer. She had raspberry vines on her fence along the property.
She was a chain smoker who never inhaled.
