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I was only eight-years-old 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 fourteen and I love God and I still love my grandpa. Through my grandpa's death I accepted Jesus Christ as my new Best-Friend. Anna. "A man who has friends must himself be friendly. But there is a friend who sticks closer than a brother." Proverbs 18:24. "As iron sharpens iron, So a man sharpens the countenance of his friend." Godly grandfathers do this, too. Click HERE for the full (unedited) story Click HERE to create a banner that links to this story! Your e-mail address will be kept private!
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