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I Am My Grandmother’s Granddaughter

Even as I write this, I tear up at the memory of how much I took my grandmother for granted.

As a child, I would walk, no, run, into her house and go straight back to the rocking chair where my grandpa was sitting and climb up in his lap. My grandpa was my hero. Now I look back and I’m glad that I spent the time that I did with him because he left us when I was only

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