I don't believe in reincarnation in the sense that maybe some of my fellow citizens here in India may, but the day my grandpa died, our wonderful world lost a more wonderful person. I do however believe he is always with me, and sometimes I see him as Louis Armstrong sang: in the trees of green, the clouds of white, in the faces of people passing by, in friends shaking hands, in saying I love you. For all it's sadness, the world can be a wonderful place.
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