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Didn't know it would hurt this much, 
I wasn't prepared for it. I loved your imperfections and the memories I 
didn't think I had, flown in abundance 
and that is what hurt the most. I'm 
honestly left with the good ones and 
the bad ones make it better. I'm tearing because I hoped to see to see you again. 
The real you and not the lifeless one papa. Your first grandchild will miss you. I'll miss when you scold me for not calling you enough. When you offer me pap in the morning when I visit, even when you know I wouldn't take it. When you jest about giving you a great-grandchild when you had a bunch of grandchildren invading your peace already. I'll miss the vocabulary you use and I have to go search for the meaning. Your wife would miss your little quarrels, how would she stay alone without you now? Your sister. She's the reason I feel more pain, she would be so lonely now. It was just you and her left. This would hurt her so badly and I can't help it because I feel her every pain, she's the closest human I love the most on earth. The young ones will call for you, search for you and knock on your door until they get used to never seeing you again. Rest now, rest well papa. There's no pain anymore.
I hope you have United with my uncles above. Tell them it's been more than a decade and I'm still not over them. I still think about the both of them and it hurts Me like a fresh wound melted in salt. We love you and this is a great loss for us all. I didn't think I would wake up this morning with such news. My eyes are swollen and my head bangs. I really wish I wasn't miles away. Watch over us now Grandpa. Adieu Papa.

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