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My maternal grandparents both passed away before I was even old enough to understand what "Death" was all about. Dad's mother and father lived to be 94 and 82, respectively. My grandmother, on my father's side, was known as the "Patriarch" of the family. The dedicated Christian woman that she was, it was her duty to see to it that all of her grandchildren and great grandchildren were all baptismaly blessed. She had a great sense of pride within her church community and proud to have so many grandchildren among her. |
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