Comfort in Grief

When we were ten, my cousin's grandfather died (my great uncle). He cried for over a month and thought life could never be happy again and he had no courage. His grandfather was his life. He thought when his grandfather died he had died. So I gave him my key, and ever since he has put the key in his pocket everywhere he goes.
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