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Creative Writing: The Resurrection Cemetery
The Resurrection Cemetery is a place that I hold near and dear to my heart. This special place is where my grandpa is buried. My grandpa was the person I would go to if I needed laugh or if I just wanted to talk. He never judged anyone and saw the positive in everything. I feel the quote he lived by is, "What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger." When he passed away, I didn't handle it very well, but going to the cemetery makes meI feel close to him again. Where he was buried is in the most perfect spot, under a tree. Whether he was cutting grass or working in his garden, he loved being outside. After a long day of work, him and my grandma would sit under a tree and have a drink. It was something they did quite often so where he is at fits
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