The sweetest man I have ever known is dying. My only grandpa. My Paw Paw. I visited him at a hospice in Atlanta today; it's a beautiful, secluded place, similar to those lovely bed and breakfasts you see advertised on T.V. I stayed for two hours while he slept. I didn't want to wake him, but I hope he somehow knew he wasn't alone. I felt as if I
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