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After my mother passed away, I went by the funeral home, and picked up her cremains, (some may think this odd), I got in the car, I sat the funeral urn on the passenger seat, and 'we' drove towards a familiar area of Bartow.
Now, I turned onto Formosa Avenue, and, as I passed by a place I knew so well, I looked over, and said,
"Mama, we're passing our old home now."
Somehow, I think she knew.
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