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Once I got into heaven I realized that it was and wasnt what I pictured it would be. I always thought It would be like a village filled with halo's and wings all over the place instead of what I actually see which is only the color white. Literally, its like I am just standing in the color white and it's surprisingly calming. I walked aimlessly around until I found myself walking towards a bench occupied by a tall gray-haired man who was very familiar. "Uncle Barry!" Uncle Barry passed away when I was 10 from a heart attack, he was only 55.. Barry smiled, "Dead and well,

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