In a few weeks, it will be two years since my grandmother passed away. Her passing was particularly hard on me for two reasons. First, I had no idea she was sick, she hid it from me because she didn't want me to see her in the hospital, and secondly, my fiancé was gone preparing for his deployment to Iraq. (we eloped the day before he deployed) So for me, having anything of hers means a lot to me because I didn't get to say goodbye. A couple of weeks ago, my grandfather allowed me to come by and pick out a couple of purses. I found two coach bags. Here they are--
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