the empty box page 1 by ric Gustafson
I woke up. I looked around to see where I was. It looked like a long red box with white on the inside. I glanced next to me to see a young gentleman lying there with his hands folded. The person looked happy as if he knew where he was going.
I put my feet over the side of the box. I looked around the large room. To my right, I noticed several bouquets of flowers. I thought they looked beautiful. Somebody nearby was crying and was being held by someone.
I glanced toward a couple to my left. The female was crying. The male was trying to console her. I smiled because I recognized them.
" Hello, Uncle Louie".
No response.
I waved my arms. " Uncle Louie, it's me Ernie".
" He can't hear you".
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Peace and God's blessings. Love Ric
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