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by Tamara Aug 18, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / about death
Grandfather died on April 1st, the world's cruel April Fool's joke on us. The day grandfather was buried it rained, as if the sky was mourning the loss of him too. The day grandfather was buried we splashed through muddy puddles where our tears migled with the rain. The day grandfather left, we talked about him in Heaven, then were silent in our pain. The day grandfather left, the sun's rays dimmed.