Last week I sent grandma a card. I spoke at her funeral today. I held it together real well until I talked about the card I got her. I said, "I don't know if she got it." My aunt and uncle said, "she did."
That's when I started crying.
It was a nice service for grandma.
About This Blog:
On my main blog I try use humor with the goal of depicting my thoughts in a way that will entertain the reader. On this blog I write my thoughts without any goal in mind.
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I would suggest not reading further.
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