Images, interactions... all imagined. Seeming quite real. Corpse burned, into billions of ash particles. Scattered over the bay, no longer in existance. Yet, there she is. More vibrant than ever. Unsure of why she visits me, I feel vulnerable and prone to attack. Unsure of why I can see her, she flees without a word. Questions racing through my mind, what is real and what is a sign. Closure, I need to find. A goodbye, long over due, but not irrelevant. Family traditions live on, I make sure. I will never forget....
My Mother.
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