I think about my grandma everyday. I miss her so much and everyday is not getting any easier. I tear up everytime. The thought that I never get to see her anymore makes me so sad. Seeing her belongings in boxes makes me even more sad. I don't know how to deal with this. When I'm sitting alone (like I am now) is when it's the worse. Bus rides, Bart
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