A friend called and said his mother had died, so I did somethin for him. I spoke to his family and put them at ease, in the respose. That’s in spirit. I find in spirit to be sufficient when it comes to death, as too many don’t of us like to speak, in repose. I buried her and left. That’s the essence of death in this country. I want the legacy to live on, to each to remember her gifts and theirs or his, each of the touch they left. We do this in spirit, and I tried once with my family when my aunt who raised me from fourteen to thirteen, died, I said in a group of close family, what do you remember best about her. There was some animosity of story over whose was closest, most intimate with her, but in respect we all left feeling better, but we haven’t talked about her since and I do most days.
So with this man, take it in spirit and remember her words, let me be. I gave them to her for respect of what she wanted, herself, and respose of insulatory action.
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