My Grandmother Lives On
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Grandma passed away a week before my 6 th Birthday. For the oddest reason, I can see my sister and me on the floor in front of the TV. My sister is on her knees and I am laying on my stomach my chin resting in my right hand. My mom was in the kitchen setting in a chair, with her boyfriend behind her and she is crying. The easiest way to picture this is to think of a still picture in black and white picture frozen in time no movement. That is what I see. So what do I remember? It was when I saw her at the visitation her hand was over her heart. After seeing that, I was afraid so I slept for the longest time with my hands over my heart so I would not die. Recently, I have been told different about how she was in the coffin. I was told that they placed her hands was over her belly button. The last thing I remember about her and her house was being told to pick out one item of hers. I picked an angel bell, which I