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It's been one full year since my Grandpa passed away. 365 days since one of the saddest days of my life. And it doesn't feel like that long, yet it does. Feels like just yesterday I was opening Christmas presents on my grandparents floor and running to my Grandpa when I opened up the new doll he had especially picked for me, or sitting on his lap and listening to his stories, or walk into the basement and see his latest painting. Yet I've gotten one year older without him. One Christmas has gone by without him sitting there, smiling at each of us. Yet...it seems like forever since I last saw him. I miss him so much.