Linda死去八个月。我梦见她两次。我说“死去”。我不说“离开”“逝世”“仙游”。死了就是死了,粉饰事实并不健康。Linda是我的祖母,我一直很羡慕她的葬礼,一个没有废话的完美葬礼。神父读了一段圣经,我念出Linda的生平。教堂像个小巧的礼物盒,盒子顶部是七彩的玻璃,让清晨的阳光悠然荡进。礼物盒的中央放着一个精致的棕色盒子,Linda安详地睡在里面。 Linda died eight months. I dreamed her twice. I say “dead ”. I do not say “leave ” “death ” “Xianyou ”. Dead is dead, whitewash fact is not healthy. Linda is my grandmother, and I’ve always admired her funeral, a perfect funeral with no nonsense. The Father read a Bible, and I read the life of Linda. The church is like a small gift box, the top of the box is colorful glass, let the morning sun leisurely into. Linda was sleeping peacefully in the center of the gift box with a delicate brown box.