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Hearts broken, grief waves sneak like the ocean waves that move the whole world a grain at a time over time the tides carve paths in our minds and our bodies, guided by the ones who came before us and blazed new for the ones who come after. This matriarch of higher order who showed us the way will continue to ignite our love, our lives and our paths. Grandma Linda was the rock where houses were built on sand, always hoping, always helping, always…… there.

She might be away but she never really left, the pain we feel we yell with our chest. She lives through me and I’ll continue the road. Grandma Linda rest, I’ll carry the load