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I had the same thought when my grandmother died when I was 9-I was raised in the Catholic Church, and I couldn't grasp why everyone at the funeral was so upset-I mean she's in heaven now, you should be happy for her, right?
Well, 40 years later, she may be back anyway...her eyes give her away, dancing mischievously yet anciently in the face of my middle niece.
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Then: out of the blue
Love came rushing in
Out of the sky came the sun
Out of left field came a lucky day
Out of the blue
No more pain
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