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Well, the memorial service for my grandma was yesterday. It was nice, but I cried the ENTIRE time. I really miss her. But Ido realize she is in a much better place now. My mom told me how she was on her last day. It was so horrible. Why does that always happen to good people. It makes me mad. But what really makes me mad is this. My sister STOLE from my grandma when my gradma was living in Sebastopol. Then she had the nerve to get up and sing at the memorial in the church. I hate her. I really do. Probably the only person I do. But anyway, Daniel was really supportive, and I was really glad he was there.