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Personal Narrative: My Grandma

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As my head laid against the car window, I saw the old, rickety, metal sign that spelled Cemetery. Driving through the premade cement path. I got out of the car, and stepped onto the hard pavement. A slight, cold breeze drifted through my hair as I walked to the group of people I called family. Getting closer I saw the unimaginable. A small hole in the ground with a tin box, surrounded by other graves it, finally hit me. She was gone, she wasn 't coming back. Last November I had lost one of the most important people in my life. My Grandma. I could honestly say she was the light of my life and once she died it was like that light burnt out.
Ever since I was a little girl my Grandma was one of the only family members that regularly checked up

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