I wish there was a day that we can all reflect on our past.
I miss you Heyma.
You’re no longer suffering so that’s a good thing.
I just wish you were down here. But I know you’re watching down on me.
And when the day comes for me I know you’ll see me as your great grandson.
I wish we could fix the past but we can’t I’m sorry.
I miss you so much.
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