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A childhood belief about afterlife

When I was 6 years old, my grandmothers dog died and a week later my Grandfather died. I remember my dad trying to explain to me that now both the dog and my grandpa were together in Heaven and that heaven is a beautiful place where they could look down at us. Well I thought the moon was beautiful and what better place to look down at us then from the moon. So I looked up to the moon to pray to my grandfather and saw him and the dog's shape in the mooon, (of course now I know that those are the moons craters not the shapes of my loved ones!!)

— Beth

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