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I was only 8 years when my best friend in the whole world died. He was my grandpa. Every Christmas it is so hard not to cry because he is gone. My grandpa would always read us the Christmas story out of the Bible. My favorite memory of my grandpa was that he would always call his grandchildren "cotton pickers" and take us out for hot chocolate. Now I'm 14 and I love God and I still love my grandpa.Throught my grandpa's death I accepted Jesus Christ as my new Best-Freind. In Christ your sister, ANNA Click HERE to return to the edited story Click HERE to create a banner that links to this story! Your e-mail address will be kept private!
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