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My step-grandfather died last night. My mom called to let me know this morning and I have been studying all day so I haven't allowed myself to think about it too much. On the one hand I'm really happy that he's no longer in pain, since I know that he was, but on the other hand, my grandmother is alone again. they just celebrated their 4th anniversary a few weeks ago and he made her happy. I really didn't know him very well except that he loved my grandmother very much. It's kind of surreal. I mean, when my biological grandfather died, I was about 6 years old. So I have very few memories of him and since I didn't know Sam very well, it's going to be about the same. He was a very good man and it's not right that he had to suffer as much as he did (he had cancer), but at least he is at peace and he died at home with my grandmother by his side.
I need a hug.
I need a hug.