I love my Grandpa very dearly. And I know that he does so much for me. But sometimes he drives me so crazy that I wonder why I love him so much.
But just when I get to the point that I get so frustrated, and cannot seem to remember why I love him with all of my heart, he goes and does something so wonderful that I forget and forgive the hundreds of little things that once seemed like mighty mountains.
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