The debt that all men pay.
My grandmother payed that debt wednesday afternoon. They held a memorial for her today, but I couldn't cry. I had to be strong for my cousins, had to be their shoulder to cry on. The pastor, though he barely knew my grandmother, made me more proud than I had ever been to be the grandchild of such a strong, loving woman. I sat in the front row, as close to the pictures of her as I could, clinging to them as though they were a life-line. After the sermon, I read a letter to everyone that I wrote to grandma. It left many of then in tears and speechless, yet I did not cry...
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