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I was absolutely devastated to hear he was gone. He was my hero, one of my best friends. He had raised me when my mom was gone. He was like my father but he wasn’t my father. I sat and cowered in a corner when I had heard he was gone, I was afraid no one would step into my life like that and make such an influence. I knew he was gone, gone forever but I still didn’t believe that my great grandfather had died. He was only in his seventies and I thought to myself if he was ready to go, why was he ready to go so soon? I cried, screamed in disbelief but inside I really believed he was gone. That was years ago but I can’t not remember him, because how he was to me. I still love him till this day and forever till I am reunited with him, many years to come.





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