Grandma
Grandma, god saw you were getting tired when the cure was not to be so he wrapped his arms around you and whisper come to me you didn’t deserve what she went through so he gave You a rest God‘s garden must be beautiful grandma he only takes the best when I saw you sleeping so peacefully and free from pain I couldn’t with you back to suffer again thank you for being my grandma I miss you and love you grandma
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