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RE: Bound together...then not

It's indeed not in control. I was in matric when I lost my grandfather. That was first person dying Infront of my eyes. Scenes at home were dramatic and tragic. For even three days, I was like I am out of my conscious zone. Although, tears were stopped but my brain was flashing back to memories and my heart was yarning to see my grandfather. I had so many many memories.

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It's those memories that you'll carry with you and which will keep him close to you always.

My grandfather was patient of diabetes and he was also paralyzed so I used to assist him while walking. That memory of holding his hand and walking with him, will always remain entrenched in memories book.

That's the way to do it.