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It Started With A Telegram

My great-grandmother had passed, not that it came as a shock to any of us, but it hurt all the same. Nanny Long had battled dementia and heart failure for long enough, so when she went to be with my great-grandfather, I said a silent prayer that her travels were swift and her burden was light on her way up to Heaven—a place I was sure she would go. Nannie was not only the matriarch of our family but also a beloved member of the community.

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