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Then...  I felt nothing, no grief. No pain. For about the entire trip there was a sleek new jet black Lincoln Town Car ahead of me. The trip to the hospital was beyond bizarre, maybe one day web dafesign I will share it with you. Anyhow, I got there, met my father and his best friend in her room, the room where my mother died. The curtain was drawn, and dad got up, and he began web dafesign to pull the curtain back. I thought "My God, no, I do NOT want to see her dead body." web dafesign But I had to, because he expected me to do it. And there she (or it) was, the tips of her fingers a strange shade of purple, and a most creepy foul smell filled my nose. Her mouth was gaping open, her face wore no expression and her skin looked like wax. And it was then I realized that wasn't my mother. That deceased person in that bed was just a vessel, but it sure as hell was NOT my mother.
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