I look at you as you sit there with tears flowing down your face. You look up into my eyes, and at that moment tears started flowing down my face. I knew what you were feeling because I had the same feeling. Then you whispered "Everything is going to be okay." I started to believe you, but it wasn't good enough. We both knew she was gone forever. We couldn't see her face or her smile anymore. Everything was let a mystery. My grandmother was my life, and I know she may be gone forever, but she is always in my heart and my thoughts.

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