After A Lovely Thanksgiving Funeral

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After a lovely thanksgiving weekend it was time for Grandma and Papa to go back to Rochester. My father was helping take their bags to the car with Grandma, it was just me and Papa left in the house. He hugged me closely, and as we pulled away and whispered to me “You’re gonna do great, Harrison. You’re the only one who’s got any sense around here.” We said goodbye and my dad took them to the airport. This last memory of Papa was the only thought on my mind as I lifted a pile of dirt with a shovel and dropped it onto his coffin. A day before his burial, at his funeral, the air seemed to move slower as we entered the synagogue. The Rabbi approached our family and said “there is a little time before the service begins. Would you like to see

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