Starting where I left off I suppose... mom called. My Nana (grandma) is gone. I still can't believe it. Friday I went to my Nana and Pop-Pops house with the rest of the family. We cried, we cleaned, they ate, we talked, we cried, we hugged, and we drank. Saturday we meet at the funeral home and all walk in together and see how beautiful Nana looks
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