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Personal Narrative: Grammy's Funeral

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This past week I flew to Texas with my Mom so we could attend my Grammy’s funeral. It was a very difficult week but once I got down there my friend from kindergarten picked me up so I could get out of the house for a while. Even though I told him I was doing okay, he knew that I was really struggling. I was in such a better mood after spending some time with him that I couldn’t stop thanking him for understanding what I needed. Even though it was hard for me to know that my Grammy had passed away, someone told me that I needed to be excited for her. She is no longer in pain. She had been suffering for three years since my Pop-pop passed away. After I heard those words, I was no longer sad about my Grammy’s passing but joyed that she could

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