I've been to all of three funerals in my lifetime, and all three have been family members that have suffered lung cancer. My great grandmother, the one I knew the best and the one I was closest to, passed away on February 23rd, 2009, and I was devastated. About a year ago I got a <a href="
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oh I swear to ya, I'll be there for ya.
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I Keith Urban!
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