Grandpa and me
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Bittersweet Birthday

All I can think about is how much he loved me. Grandpa was more like a father than a grandfather and would often tell me that I was the best birthday present he'd ever received. Even now as I write this, the tears are streaming down my face. You see, I tend to receive personal guidance when I write. So in the words I have just typed, Grandpa is reminding me how much he loves me still.
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In Remembrance of Mom

Mom’s interpretation of art was amazing, and the world will not “look” the same without her incredible interpretation. What my mother brought not only to a canvas, but to our world will never be inspired, found, felt or interpreted quite the same again.
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Three Branches

Three branches from one tree grew up reaching out and upward from the loving direction of the tree trunk. The tree trunk kept them grounded, safe, encouraged, and loved. As they grew the branches started to be aware of each other and started encouraging each other to grow upward and reach for the sky.