So I'm told there once was a man named "Grandpapa" and everybody loved him. He died before I was born, but he's not forgotten. Just to make sure that nobody forgets, there was a special motorcycle ride that now they're planning on doing every year. My Uncle Colin organized it and my grandparents, great aunts and uncles, and a few cousins all went on the trip. I'm too little for a trip like that, so Daddy and Mommy stayed behind...but we all went to say "Goodbye" to the travelers. Look at me!!!! Even I got a special shirt! (I think its a little big ...but Daddy says I'll grow into it.) 
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