Well...shit
My mom called tonight while we were at Applebee's. So I walked outside to call her back (she calls from the house phone and hangs up after one ring so I know to call her back). She asked if I was home and I told her no. She was acting funny so I knew something was up. For one it was after 9:30 at night and she NEVER calls that late, and two she wouldn't tell me what she was calling about. I knew what it was though. My great-grandfather decided several months ago that he was tired. He had pretty much given up on everything. we had to put him in the hospital a few times and a nursing home. He refused to eat or drink. Well he died today. I am sad but not in the normal "I'll miss him" sense but in a "I wish I had known him better" sort of way. His wife died when I was an infant and since then they tell me he was never the same. He became something of a grumpy old man but I can't help feeling like his children should have visited him more. I don't know. It's all complicated feelings and shit. We knew he was going to die soon so I am not shocked like when she called about Grant. Plus he has lived a full life. He seemed happy when I saw him last. Or as happy as can be. Even though he only weighted like 80lbs or something.
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