Time is a killer.
I mean sure, time heals but it also kills you in the end. My Grandmother recently passed last Sunday. She was weak and suffering from dialysis at the age of 81. We were on the phone for a while and she really wanted to see me but said she might not make it. I really wanted to see her too even though we did not spend much time together when I was younger. Still, she's my Grandmother. She along with my Grandfather gave me my name so without them, there wouldn't be me.


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