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It happened thirty years ago. I am standing at the graveside of my grandmother, my father's mother. Many say her death is a blessing. After all, she has been sick for many years, a victim of that dreaded disease, Alzheimer's, which steals away our loved ones, one memory at a time. As this is my first funeral and as I am a young teenager, I am unsure of how to act, where to stand, what to feel.