Wednesday, August 5, 2009

The concrete example that I picked is the death of my grandma. When I was young, I was always following her around. Everywhere she went I was there. We had a natural bond with each other. Growing older we became best friends. I told her a lot of details about my life that I never even shared with my mom. When she passed away in 2004, it felt like a part of me died as well. 

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