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Dear Grandpa...

by tucker-irish

Dear Grandpa, I know you're going through a hard time right now. They're saying you only have a week left. Is it true? Can you hear me? Stay strong, live... I need you. They say only a couple days now. I can't believe them, it seems so wrong. Please sit up. Please tell me you're okay. You can't leave, not now. They tell me there are only a few hours left. It's time to say good-bye. Time to let go of your hand. How can I do that to you? You never let go of me. You left last night. They took you away soon after. I don't know where you are now. How could you go?
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