My Grandpa Died And Took The Coffee Grinder
Poem by Hazel Izbitt
and at the funeral my three-old- cousin asked:
'Where is grandpa? '
My aunt's response: 'He's in heaven.' Or something like that...
His response: 'I thought he was in that box.'
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