Something always stuck out at my Grandpa's house next door every single year, and that was his gardens. Nobody in our county has ever seen such beautiful creations. This last year, the flowers died sooner. The garden wasn't as booming as it was in the past. I guess that was a sign that nobody noticed. On the morning of November 30th, 2015, my Grandpa passed away. I was never so broken before. My gramps meant the world to be and more. It was strange how the plants died with him. My goal this spring is to take care of my grandpa's plants just like he did.
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