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so, my grandpa: "Pop" died this morning. I got a call from my cousin and I rushed down to jersey hoping to cathc him in his last moments, but as I was walking in to the hospital, my aunt and uncle were walking back in and my uncle gave me a hug and said "he's gone." So, we all went up there where my other cousin: Danny was, along with my gandma: "Nanny." Pop's body was lying there lifeless and cold. I gave Nanny a hug and said my goodbyes. I called my mom and told her. We then went to Nanny and Pop's apartment where we stayed for the rest of the day. Nanny and my aunt and uncle went to the funeral parlor to make arrangements and stuff. So, me and my three cousins just hung out, kind of moping around. I played some of Pop's old records and sang and danced a little to get my mind off of things. This was an expected thing, but everything happens so fast when the time comes that it kind of catches you by surprise. Thinking about it, I hope Pop and my dad are together now and made their peace....according to my cousin Danny, they're probably wasted in some bar in heaven, I'll take it as some kind of comfort. I saw a lot of old pictures and stuff today and probably went through things I(mostly my cousins doing it) shouldn't have, but I learned some things, like I look freakishly like my grandpa when he was younger, and Nanny was a total fox when she was younger. I also learned Pop was shot in some war and I most likely saw the bullet that he was shot with. I also learned that Pop recieved a personalized letter from Reagan while he was in office. Pretty cool. Anyways, I won't really be in class on wednesday and thursday because of the wake and funeral. So, yeah, if you choose to stop me and say sory or whatever it's cool. I'm ok, I've been through worse than this, but i don't think it's hit me yet.....