The child arrived at the cemetery, mildly unaware of the events that were unfolding around her. The white hearse arrives, and a group of 6 men gather around the back to lift the casket out.
"What are they doing?" she tugs at her mother.
"They're helping Grandma."
"Why? What's wrong wih Grandma? Is she sick?"
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There he was, a sufferer of dementia, Alzheimer's, whatever you want to call it. Little did he know, but he was sitting at the funeral service of his late wife, recently passed away the week before. His immediate and extended family surrounded the open casket, children, grandchildren, nieces and nephews, cousins...
He turned to one of his kids, and asked, "Where's your mother?"
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"how am I doing? well I'm still kicking. just not very high."
-MdG
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