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The house I grew up in was across the street from a cemetery. It was where I learned to ride my bike on the quiet roads and now it is where all my family is buried. I will be too, someday.

I have no idea where I will end up. I plan to be cremated and must decide where I want the wind to pick me up.

I plan on being cremated also, but want a memorial stone in the cemetery with the rest of my family. Grandparents, lots of aunts and uncles, my parenst, my brother and my partner are already there, and my stone will be between those two.

good thought

It will all be our final destination but you my friend will still be hanging for a very long time. Also we will still be meeting each other one day lol.