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Today was pretty rough. My Grandpa Stan passed away around three oclock today. He went to the hospital yesterday, and it didnt look good then....so I tried to prepare myself for the worst. When my mom called to tell me though, man...you just can't prepare yourself for somebody dying. Its a totally different feeling than just thinking about it. It was pretty hard for me a while after I found out, Its just so hard to imagine that I wont be able to see him again or hear him again or talk to him again..Im just sad and I miss him. The funeral is Wednesday already...my mom must feel so alone right now..I miss her too. I miss everybody. I'll never forget standing up in the back of his van while he drove us to the corner store, or giving me a ride in the front basket of his bike, or teaching me how to fish, watching wood burn in the fireplace that had special multicolored flames, his light blue grandpa pants, his big nose, his workshop, the bathroom with the nightlight and the carpet toilet seat cover.
I have to get some sleep now,
with love...
good night.
I have to get some sleep now,
with love...
good night.