to not have my grandma. I dont. Every time I see a picture (there are 6 in my house alone) I imagine her in her house in Carrollton. But, she isnt there and then, I feel this gut-wrenching sadness, deep in the pit of my stomach. How can this have happened so fast? How come I wasn't prepared for this? How come death is so hard for me? How can it be so final?
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