when Grandma died all them years ago
i was to young to understand that she was gone for good
after the funeral i held my mommies hand
i looked up in her cryin eyes and i cried too
that night i wrote a letter in pink and purple crayon
i took it to my mom and held it out
she read it and cried and i asked her
"mommy, how do you send a letter to heaven?"
she told me how
"you burn it and the wind blows the ashes to the heavens above." not many years later, my Uncle bryan...
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