There are so many things to say about her - and to her, but I can't seem to find the words. I, and the other grandchildren, were asked if we'd like to speak at her memorial - or even to write a letter to her. Much as I hate to not take the opportunity, anything that I have to say to her is between us. I always felt that we understood each other, and she has been my confidante on more occasions than I can count right now.
Selfishly, I wish that she could have hung around - long enough to meet her first great-grandson at least. I know that she'll see him, though. I know that she'll watch him grow. I know that she'll love him - and we'll always love her.
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