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  • My grandma died a few months ago. We lived 2000 miles apart and I hadn't seen her in 8 years, but I love(d) her so much. She was the only pen pal I still had.

    A few years ago, when it became harder for her to get out, she started sending boxes of fruit for Christmas that she ordered from a catalog. She usually sent pears with juice that dripped and down your hands. Along with missing handwritten letters with stamps tucked inside, I realized that I would not be getting pears this year.

    When I checked the mail today, I found a box from the fruit company. I cried when I read the inscription, "Merry Christmas with love from Grandma." Inside were not pears, but oranges. I'm not certain when she ordered this box, but my Grandma had loved me enough to make sure her Christmas present got to me before she died.

    I never knew that tears and oranges tasted so sweet together.

    I love you, Grandma.
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