I don't even know where to start. This past week my grandfather, or as I always called him, my Pappa, died. He was 77 years old, and the rock of my mother's side of the family. We are all in shock and groping around clinging to each other in desperation. Pappa was in the hospital for a week, and in the ICU for 2 days before he died on Sun., Oct
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