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Somewhere (in a world void of materialism) is my Grandfather, and my Cousin Melissa. Grandpa died when I was 11. Melissa died before that. Grandpa had testicular cancer. Melissa died of a brain tumor. I look incredibly similar to Melissa. I wonder if she would still have the same blonde hair if she were alive, or if it would have turned light brown. I remember things like how much my Grandpa loved his icecream and his peanuts, and how much I loved them too. Grandpa was a carpenter and ever since I knew him, he was missing half of his pinky on one hand. I can't remember which hand now. Ever since their deaths, they've been there to watch over me. I've talked to them in moments that there was no one. I knew they were always there. There are such beautiful people in my family. I am truly blessed. Somewhere, these souls are waiting for the arrival of another one. My Great Aunt Lillian was the latest. My Aunt Shirley is expected to be the next. I don't know when. She is a wonderful woman. Quite an accomplished water color artist. My Grandpa is waiting to be reunited with his daughter, and my Cousin Melissa is waiting for her mother. And we stand by, understanding how she is in so much pain. Not wanting to let her go, and yet wanting to usher in the most important part of her life. The part where she is dead to this world, but born in the next. Where all these wonderful qualities and virtues she's been aquiring can be put to use. Where she is free from the all physical limitations.