Fawn.

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My sweet Grandma Fawn left his world last month and I’ve been Thinking about her a lot today.

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It’s hard to say that death can be beautiful, but my Grandma’s was.  I think I can say that more freely in this case because of what I believe happens after we die.  I believe death is not the end.  I believe that my Grandma is with my Grandpa and her son and her grandson and her twin sister and others who have gone before.  I believe she is no longer burdened with the ailments of this life.  She is free.  Fly away, Fawn.  I love you.

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