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Friday will be six years since my Grandma B died. Eight months since my Granny died.
This will be my first Christmas without any grandmothers at all.
Someday, I'll be able to hear Christmas music, anything I like, and remember the good times, and not just break down in tears and have to pull the car over into a parking lot and cry.
I have to believe that. It's got to get better. Maybe next year?
This will be my first Christmas without any grandmothers at all.
Someday, I'll be able to hear Christmas music, anything I like, and remember the good times, and not just break down in tears and have to pull the car over into a parking lot and cry.
I have to believe that. It's got to get better. Maybe next year?
