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Suffering: The Process Of Losing My First Car
I am sorry about your loss of your grandpa, and glad you are doing okay now. I wrote about losing my first car because I never lost an important person in my life. I believe suffering from a family member death is probably the hardest thing to do. The process of ending suffering from someone's death may be a long process. I am glad that your morality includes to make the right decisions to make your grandpa proud. Also, I agree with you, that attachment can be overcome, but this doesn’t mean we have to forget are loved ones. This just means we understand that our loved ones are in better place, and move on with life.
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