You were my favourite grandfather. Sorry I pulled the grass out of that little part of the garden. I love you. I miss you and I am regretful of the things I did not get a chance to ask. I hope you are proud of me, and of Mum. Even though sometimes she's horrible and not mum anymore. I hope it didn't hurt. I hope you weren't late for the funerals. I hope you liked the flowers. I hope you aren't lonely.
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