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They gave my grandfather a few months. He lived two more years. I was 14 when he died. He and I were always really close. He taught me how to play the piano, we had little duets we'd perform for people together, I was his princess. He'd never been sick a day in his life. We thought it was just a cold, but then it didn't go away. At first I visited him a lot. They lived two streets away, so I was there all the time. Then I got to the point where I refused to go see him. He kept asking if I'd go play my violin for him, so I finally went over one day a couple months before he died and played. After that, I wouldn't go. I saw him once, and it wasn't my grandfather anymore. I couldn't stand the sight of it. It's been more than 5 years now, and I regret few things more in my life than I regret not going to say goodbye. I'm overwhelmed by emotion just typing this. In fact, I think I'm going to go visit his grave this week. I've only been there once since he died.
Do it for you. Do it for her. She needs to know you care, and nothing will hurt more than the pain of not knowing whether or not she would love it if you visited. Even if (by chance) she DOESN'T like that you showed your love and visited, you will feel better KNOWING what would happen than not visiting and wondering for the rest of your life.
My thoughts are with you.
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Anyone can be passionate, but it takes real lovers to be silly-Rose Franken
.... absence makes me miss him more...
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