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[civicbitch]

Sunday night i was at work like normal. My grandpa just recently started going downhill really fast. Then i got the call and i knew. My sister would never call me at 10:30. Then when she asked where i was i knew. You know how you just know. I kinda knew on saturday when i saw him. He was just drifting in and out of sleep not being able to walk or talk. I miss him so much. I couldnt stop shaking when she told me. Part of me always thought that he would be there just laying there. Just exsisting for the most part. He had been the same for a couple of years. I just didnt want to except that this was it. I love him so much i guess it was easier for me just to think that he will always be there than to think that he wouldnt be. I think part of me still doesnt fully understand that he is gone. I mean that night i saw him. I saw that he wasnt breathing. I saw that when i walked into the room he didnt give me the wide eyed stare or say hey dear. He was just laying there. It looked like he was sleeping. His eyes were closed. He looked very peaceful. He actually looked happy. He didnt look any different. He hadnt been dead that long. Only an hour or two when i got there. my aunt was waiting for me outside. I cant remember when i cried so much. At work i was shaking so bad. I just couldnt believe it. My grandpa the man who was a father figuere to me was gone. The man who gave me my music was gone. He really did give me the oportunity to be a musician. When i was in the 4th grade i wanted more than anything to be in the school orchestra (the same orchestra i am in today). I tried being in the band (playing the flute) but that didnt work out. Then my grandpa told me that he had a violin. I was thrilled. It was his fathers. I still have it. Even though i have moved on to the bass. Theres no way that i would of been able to if he hadnt given me that first chance. He was at all my concert when i was little. Even when it was hard for him to walk he would still be his stuborn self and make my dad take him to my concerts. Over the summer when i started playing my guitar i played for him and he loved it. He gave me what i value the most in my life. And i love him so much for that. He would of done anything for his family and friends. He always put his family first. He was a great man and i love him so much. There arnt enough words for love in the english language. I love you grandpa and i miss you so much.

Leo C. Hullihan
1917 - 2005

Theres two dates in time
that theyll carve on your stone
and everyone knows what they mean
whats more important
is the time that is known
in that little dash there in between
- Garth Brooks
"Pushin Up Daisies"