My maternal grandfather's death stung me like a scorpion. I miss the man, especially because there was a lot I had planned out to say to him. Then he died.
Bless people,
NakedSha.
Friday, September 14, 2012
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Bits of poety creativity in your writing to your GrandDad. I am sure he'd love that... no doubt.
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Very touching letter to your grandpa.
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