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[justalilcrazy]

Tomorrow, will be one week since my second Grandma died. Now all I have left is my Grandpa. They've been married for 60 years, and now he has an apartment all to himself. He has no idea what to do with himself. Getting close to people worries me, because it's inevitable to feel that pain eventually.

I want to write more.

I am a broken record.

I miss my Grandmas.