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Bithday.
December 12th was my birthday. On the 11th, my grand mother died. The 13th I went to the viewing, and the 14th I finally went to the funeral. I was a paul bearer meaning I carried the casket with 6 other men. I miss her, but I know she's in a much better place. Even when I was very young she couldn't even handle a hug, because she was so fragile. In her last days she was very very weak and in a lot of pain. My pawpaw usually a very strong man broke down in tears a lot those days and the following weeks but he's recently started going back to work. My pawpaw means the entire world to me. I pray he stays strong. God bless to all those who lost someone they loved.
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