Many People Die at a Young Age, While They Are Buried Many Years Later

A Letter from my grandfather

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As painful as it was, my grandfather’s death, in effect, gave my life a new meaning, somehow helping me morph into a completely new person.

He passed away in 1992 while asleep in my aunt’s house. He was 73. A couple of days before his death, I visited him in his apple orchard. We were…