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I know there are times I swear I hear my husband's grandmother speaking to me. She was always my rock and comforter. She never took her grandson's side when he was wrong. She was bed-ridden the last few years of her life and her solution to my problems was for me to crawl into the other side of her queen sized bed and tell her all about it. When I am struggling, I can hear her voice talking to me, guiding me, helping me.
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