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Well.. it happened sooner than I thought it would, but my grandfather died today around 3:30 in the afternoon. My mom called my brother at 5 and told him, and asked him and me to come over. We went over and got there around 5:15 and he was still laying on the couch, mouth wide open. He looked even more like a skeleton than when I saw him on Saturday. He was slightly yellow, but there was no smell. It's amazing how it was him but it wasn't him. It was like it was a plastic mold of my grandfather. It truly makes me believe that we have souls, because it wasn't him at all. I actually feel bad for my mother... my aunt is still being kind of evil, and she didn't tell my mother that he had died, and my mom got back from being away for the weekend and headed right over and just walked in to her father dead. How horrible is that? I can't imagine what she must be feeling. I don't think I've loved her more than I do today. As mean as she has been to me, she was always there for my grandfather and was by far the better of his two children. My aunt took his car and totaled it, took $10,000 from him and avoided seeing him. My mother took him out to Beff's every week, hung out at his house a lot, had him, my brother and me over for dinner all the time, and took him out for rides in the car to wherever he wanted to go. Better, right?
I dunno.
RIP
Robert J. O'Malley
8/3/1918 - 8/14/2006
I dunno.
RIP
Robert J. O'Malley
8/3/1918 - 8/14/2006