What I learned today was that I have a Grandma that I'll never get to know. She died a couple of years ago, about when Wyatt was my size. But everyday I hear a new story about her, or I hear something she would say or a song she would like, and each of them helps me fall even more in love with her.
Today we visited the cemetery where she rests. Daddy and Mommy cried. I didn't. I wished she could hold me just once.
But if she were here, I know she wouldn't ever let me go.
Grandma, I wouldn't want to be anywhere else.
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