How many would come to my funeral? Would there be a couple people in seats? Would there be lines around the block? Would there be bagpipes playing amazing grace on a hilltop under the shadow of a tree on a far away hill? Would a beautiful young woman with long flowing hair and a long flowing dress sing Ave Maria while people wept on their hard wooden benches? Would the birds sing the next day? Would my children live and move on to be great in their own ways? Would those that I have touched offer a hand placed ever so gently on me, and find their own ways to live on?
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