My mom, my dad and I are going out to dinner tonight, an experience Alice would have loved. In her death, she brings her family together.
While the three of us were visiting at my mom's home yesterday, my dad recounted his experience of seeing Alice for the last time.
Before the funeral proceedings began in the Memorial Chapel at Rose Hills, dad asked if he could see Alice in her casket. The ushers obliged.
He said that she had a bruise on her face, from the impact of the car. He said that she was perfect.
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