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Today while on lunch my Dad called me to inform me that my grandmother (his mom) died. She has been ill for several years and recently was put into a hospice as she was no longer able to take care of herself. This is my Dad's biological mother, the one I found a few years ago. Luckily my Dad was able to met her in person and spend several days with her. My brother and I were never able to meet her but did talk to her on the phone. The death didn't effect me as much as it would have if I would have known her all my life. It was harder to hear the sadness in my Dad's voice. I told him at least we found her and you were able to see her and she see you after 58 years of being apart. Rest in Peace Grandma Bega
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