The first love I ever lost was My Grandfather at the age of 7. He had fallen very ill of prostate cancer and passed away. At the time, I really didn’t have a concept of loss or that I would later miss his company and could later use his year’s wisdom. All I understood is that he would no longer hurt or surfer and to me that was good since I was
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