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Thanks all! Perna, well my grandfather preferred not to see doctors too much. Im guessing he was sick and didnt bother to see one at all. He was found on his couch, and he obviously was sick and had no appetite as he had a plate full of ribs and peaches. This breaks my heart. So thinking about a disease that can be so unforgiving is naturally a mood killer.
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Do not stand at my grave and weep; I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn's rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there, I did not die. R.I.P. Bandit 7-12-08 I love you I miss you.
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