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[icygoodbye]

Pat's grandpa died on Monday...he came to work anyway and spent the morning not looking at anyone. He was suspiciously sniffly and kept going to the kleenex box. It was one of the most sad plights I think I have ever witnessed. Little boy trying to be brave when he is soooo upset he can hardly keep from shaking. My dad kept telling him to go home. Pat made the mistake of sticking around to help me. I made him laugh so hard he practically choked. Then, of course, once in a better mood he fessed up about why he was so shell shocked.

I should sooo be a psycologist...specializing in grief counseling. My slogan:

I can help you get over yourself and teach you to worry about people that still matter.

Pat couldn't agree more.