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So everyone at Journeys has quit and I'm co-manager now. If all goes as planned I'll be the real manager soon. Last night Paul and I drove up to Lafayette. We got to the nursing home just in time to see everyone crying right after my grandpa died. He's the only male who I've been around my whole life. He was more of a father than any man my mom was married to. (Any meaning two.) My grandma's freaking out. Everything is crazy. I guess they're not having a funeral. There's going to be a showing on Sunday, but I think that's weird, so we came back to Bloomington. I guess sometime in April there's going to be a memorial service. It seemed more real yesterday before it actually happened. I guess I'm in shock or something. I have to go now. Cheers.