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To the better 1/2 of the Dynamic Duo

  Gram,
    It sucks. Just so you know being this far away from you sucks. Normally, when you are on the mountain and I am here, it is okay. It is passable. But when you are ill as you are, it is much harder to stomach. I feel like there is so much to say to you, and yet for the first time in our 30 year relationship I am at a loss for words.
  I know lately you can barely talk. I know that even breathing is difficult, I just wish I could wrap my arms around you. How much more amazing would it be if we could just lace up our capes and go flying? How much more amazing would it be if we could soar over it all holding each other's hands for support like we have for many years now?
  Can I just say that I am truly honored to be your sidekick? It's funny who God decides should be in our lives. Granted, we didn't have a choice but I'm pretty sure we wouldn't have changed if given the choice. I know I wouldn't change being your granddaughter for the world.
  I just wish I could ever hold you or fly with you. Know that I am praying fervently for God to bring healing to you. You are my grammy, my gram, my 1/2 DD, my partner in"crime", and I'm your other half...your Aloe.
  I was thinking of you today and all the amazing things we have done together. We are two peas in a dazzling little pod. I get called "Gram's granddaughter" more often than naught. I lover you SO much, my partner. So much... You always wrote me a card when I was sick, and if you were home I would have sent it there. Alas, I hope this will suffice.
    I love you so much, 1/2 DD
          -your Aloe (the not so better half of the DD)

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