My Grandma's Death

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As I stood at the front of the church I could taste the salty tears that silently rolled down my cheeks. I could hear people crying, sniffling, and consoling each other. It was an endless routine of shaking hands or giving awkward hugs trying to keep it together. The death of my Papa was also the death of my childhood. Papa was the glue that held my family together, the one who always looked after the family, especially Grandma, he was the person we went to with any problem big or small. After Papa passed my family started falling apart and I was stuck trying to put the pieces back together and at the same time make sure my Grandma’s health would get better. The moment my Mom and Grandma started to look to me for support and help was the

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