Dear Great Grandma Gene
Am I really this crazy?
Do I really hear you, grandma?
You've been dead two days, but I can still see you.
You're watching me. I can feel it.
I'm sorry I didn't think to ask about you.
I'm sorry you fell and no one was there to catch you.
I'm sorry you died in the midst of blood.
But Heaven awaits you, now.
Don't run from it.
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