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With Granddaddy

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The best summer I ever had was when I was 12 years old. I was going to my first year of church camp with my youth group in Tocca Falls, Ga., where I gave my life to Jesus Christ. My birthday was coming up and I was soon to be a teenager.
On June 7 my birthday rolled around, and I had a bunch of my friends over. We camped out. My friends, family, and my Granddaddy, who I loved very much, attended that day. We shared many memories.

Later on in the month of June my Granddaddy became very sick. My birthday was the last time we ever got to really see Granddaddy act his ol’ crazy self and hear him talking about things in the old days. He passed away on July 17, 2002. This was a very sad day, but we rejoiced also because he went to be with the Lord. This is not why it was my best summer ever, but because it was the last summer I would ever have with him. I dedicate this story to my grandmother because I know she misses him also.

Bobbie Martin, 16, Rockingham | Pee Dee EMC

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