Uploaded June 2026 | Updated September 2026, 2 weeks ago

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Day 19

“Your Gram always said you’d be tall.” My throat would hurt and his shiny eyes would swim.
Whenever we left, I’d hug grandpa. He didn't hug back, his old, weather-beaten skin losing its elasticity and slumping on his wasted muscles and bones. It taught me that death was not just sudden but also slow.
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