On March 13th, 2004, my grandfather, Harold, passed away. I miss him very much and I haven't
forgiven myself for not saying good-bye. I don't know if it's the fact that I don't want to let go of the fact that he's gone,
or if it's the fact that I don't want to forget him. Recently, on March 22, 2005, my grandmother, Leota, passed away. She
was a fighter, and she fought hard to stay here but it was her time. I love them both very much but as my brother Shawn tells
his daughter Adriana "Grandpa went to heaven to be with God, Grandma went to be with Grandpa in heaven." I'm thankful for
the time I had with them. They're my angels, they're protecting me.
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