I remember when I was young, running into my grandmother's waiting arms, feeling safe and loved, and in the next moment, I am cold and I realize that she has been gone and in the ground for over twenty years. It's at those moments that I miss her most, when I would have loved to have her guidance. I have noticed that I am growing to be a lot like her. There are days when I talk to my mom a lot about grandma, only to realize that my mother has stopped listening because it hurts too much to remember.
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