She used to tell everyone whom we walk past on our way to the pasat that I'm her granddaughter. She always looked so proud and happy when she did that.
She had been and will always be my grandmother. The last time I saw her this year, I kissed her forehead and in my heart, told her that I love her. She smiled at me before I left.
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She used to tell everyone whom we walk past on our way to the pasat that I'm her granddaughter. She always looked so proud and happy when she did that.
She had been and will always be my grandmother. The last time I saw her this year, I kissed her forehead and in my heart, told her that I love her. She smiled at me before I left.
I'm sorry for your loss, bro. Take care.
Sorry to hear this.
Take care!
i'm sorry.
Hey, man ... Sorry to hear about that. Take care.
my condolences...
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