With the warm Florida breeze blowing in my face and the sun shining very brightly, I stood under the canopy behind my four cousins. They were seated along the side of the casket, their bodies were stiff, their heads were straight and they appeared unmoved by what the minister was saying. I didnat hear a word he was saying; I was too busy trying to absorb all that was going on around me and making a mental picture of where I was at this moment. For I knew the only way I would be able to return here would be in my mind. The death of my uncle should have been the end of this story, but was it?