Tomorrow would be my grandmother's 69th birthday, but she died seven years ago next week. I remember that night, sleeping on my grandparents' family room floor after coming home from the hospital. We hadn't gotten to see Nana that night, but I was too young, too immature to realize that I wouldn't get to see her again. Five years later, my
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You, "love the hell out of them," and we all love the hell out of you, JP.
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I envy you and your brothers each other. Not having any and being too much older than my sister to ever be REALLY close it's easy to feel alone in the world. You will "always" have your brothers. Of course I have you all too, and you all mean so much to me.
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