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So my grandfather died at 1:30AM on March 15, 2009. An hour and thirty minutes after I turned 25. My mom told me I should laugh about it, because before he went into the hospital, he kept telling her not to let him forget about my birthday. I guess the day I was born, he drove all night from Pensacola, Florida to Dallas, Texas to see me come into the world. My mom said it was an incredibly important moment for him.
Well, here's to my gramps, and my 25th rotation around the sun.
Well, here's to my gramps, and my 25th rotation around the sun.