It had been a very hard time bringing up her son, so she moved to her great, great grand mothers house for a while, before she was able to move into a house of her own in Wycoat Bay. Crystal had stayed with her great, great grand mother Christine, until the day she had became quite old and was near to dying. Crystal looked at her great, great grand mother with sad eyes as she sat down on her mothers old bed. “Do not look so sad my dear, there is more to life than death itself, and death is only but a transition from one life to the next life.” Remarked Christine in a frail cracked age old voice.
Crystal began to weep, it was strange that her great, great grand mother had such an unusual view on death. “How can you say such things Christine?”

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