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After my grandmother died... it had to be a few years after. When I was in 7th grade or so and she died when I was in 4th. I was cleaning out my drawers and noticed her purse was left in it. So I took it out, and I never ever cried when she died... but I took it out and was home alone. I looked through it and then put it down and walked around the house. Then I came back and it wasn't in the same spot... kinda freaky. But then I thought I felt her touch me, rub her hand on my shoulder. I started to cry because I never said good-bye, or treated her the way I should have, or even gotten to know her. I think that was just a sign that told me she would always be there, no matter how close we were.
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