The end

I am writing again of my grandma, but now I will write about her death…. she died while I was returning from Poland, Sunday evening at 10. It is strange how I still feel her presence now even if we went to burry her…

I feel a strange anguishing feeling, I feel like we have done something bad burring her. I blame myself for leaving her in the cold, wet cemetery were we all are supposed to end up one day.
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