My life is like an orange: there are lots of little segments, and some have seeds while others don't. You eat the whole orange. You read about my whole life, the good and the bad, with the dynamic city as a backdrop.
Friday, March 29, 2013
Rest
I've never been to a funeral before, nor a burial... I suppose it will be something like a memorial? I've been to one of those, in California, but it wasn't as close to home, in more ways than one. People are still going to talk about memories but it will be more religious, taking place in a synagogue. I've never seen a coffin before, imagine that. Heard my aunt talking about it, and she picked the second simplest one, stained wood but still just a box. We are all supposed to take a shovel of dirt, but the problem is, that's supposed to symbolize letting go.
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