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That's how I thought of you, even though we weren't truly related.
My grandparents lived far away. I think that's why my mother had my siblings and I spend so much time with you, growing up.
You were always so patient, kind, loving, funny. You realized I was shy and sad a lot of the time, and managed to coax me out of my shell anyway.
Remember the Christmas you taught me and my brother how to make wooden toys and banks? You helped us make gifts for our little brothers and sister.
I can still remember how tightly my sister hugged me, that Christmas morning. How proud I was, and glad that you had spent so much time helping us out.
I know I didn't stay in contact with you like I should have. You were always so nice, each time we bumped into each other. But I kept to myself. Didn't really sit down and chat, or even properly say hello, in recent years.
Yet you never changed in the way you treated me. In fact, you seemed genuinely glad to see me.
I just found out that you've passed away.
So I want to say now what I should have said years ago:
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I'm so sorry for your loss.
