My grandpa Duda died tonight. I am so sad. I have such great memories of him, mostly of us laughing. He was the father to 5 kids and provided a great life for them. He liked Glen Miller and the Chicago Cubs. Two days ago he turned 90. My dad and mom were in Chicago visiting him then. I so wish I would have went to visit when I had a chance. I decided not to go because money would have been too tight. Really fucking lame. I am so sad that he's dead, but Im even more sad for my dad.