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THE BOY ON THE TRAIN 6

THE BOY ON THE TRAIN  6

IT's 10 am and half of North End of Boston has come to the Maria funeral,
as thay fall in to the church the funeral starts.My name is father Williamson
today is a sad day the funeral for  Maria she was kind and careing person
who would help any one and will  always live in the hearts of other for ever
A plaque will go on the wall to honor her Maria will be missed,And now the
Chorus will sing the funeral song called Lacrimose from Mozart and after 
sister Roberta will say the blessing. 
 

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Greg Etsell

thank you Cherie I have had this story on my mind for mouth since I wrote 1-4   back in spet

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Jill Tait

Great detailing for funeral 🥲💙💕

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Greg Etsell

Thank you Jill I always thought this could’ve been a good movie do do you think

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Jill Tait

Yes you could 💕🌹💕

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Shaun Cronick

Greg what you have written here reads like the perfect eulogy and sets the right tone for any Catholic funeral.
Real touching throughout and a joy to read as well.
And played the video featuring Mozart's poignant and most striking music, Lacrimosa when reading and again you have beautifully entwined it into your fine writing here.
Part 7 to now visit and thank you Greg.
Real heart and soul on display.

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