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“Once," Balinda begins softly, "when I was in the emergency room with my mother they brought in a murderer who had been shot and was dying, right there in front of us. I watched as the nurse touched his face and reassured him and I could not believe they were being so nice to him.""What happened?" Jill asked."My mother rose up, took my arm, gripped it as if she was a weight lifter and said, 'he was a beautiful baby once and his mother loved him'.”

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Annie Freeman's Fabulous Traveling Funeral

In this novel, Annie Freeman runs a traveling funeral service that takes the departed on a final journey across the United States. Her business is not your typical mortuary service, as she believes in celebrating life even in the face of death. The story follows Annie and her hearse as they travel from one destination to another, encountering a variety of people and experiences along the way. The narrative delves into the complexities of grief, the search for meaning, and the power of human connection. With a blend of humor and heart, Annie Freeman's Fabulous Traveling Funeral offers a fresh perspective on mortality and the enduring bonds of family and friendship. more

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Kris Radish
Kris Radish

Kris Radish is an American author born on September 18, 1953. His works are known for their humor and depth, covering a variety of themes including personal growth, social issues, and cultural differences. more

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