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Grandma saw my hesitation. She put her warm, wrinkled hand over mine.
“Just tell her the truth, Clara,” she said softly. “Tell her I’m safe. And tell her I never, ever stopped loving her.”
I wrote the most difficult email of my life. I kept it simple. I told her who I was, what had happened with Grandma Ruth and Diane. I attached continue reading …
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