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grandpa is dead - by Celeste 🌱 - celeste-land

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my eulogy

[In celeste-land fashion, my eulogy grew out of this blogpost, and this blogpost grew out of my eulogy] It works much better in dutch, but: “think of me in the beaming sun, about how/who I was, when I could still do everything” Of course it was like a movie scene, what part of my life hasn’t been the past half year? I know you, Mom. You never ring twice. And when you do, I pick up immediately “grandpa is dead” Those were the only three words you got in before my phone died. Five thousand miles away, I sit stumped in my cubicle. I sob like a child when I feared I wouldn’t. And I…

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