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Aug 2015
I heard the news,
I heard the sound of my heart breaking
I didn't vist him on his last few days.
I hated seeing him like that.
I had no more tears left.
I told myself it wasn't true.
I told myself this was a sick joke
That he was still here with me.
But no...
he was gone.
My sweet granddad
he left this world.
My dad ,my gran, my aunt, my uncle by his side.
Holding my gran's hand as he took his last breath...


He was gone.
Written by
book mania  England
(England)   
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