My grandfather, whom I've only ever known to be a solid rock, is having a hard time with my grandmother's death. Apparently they were married for seventy-one years. Seventy-one YEARS. Jeez, I'd feel lucky just to be alive for seventy-one years. And aside from a several week business trip right after their wedding, they'd never spent a single
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