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As a side note: I want a tattoo. Ok. I want three tattoos. Four just isn't enough. If I have money left from my tax return after the rings and a new laptop, I may just head to the east side and have that naughty little itch scratched. My ultimate tattoo goal is to have eight, and I may want more after that, but eight is all I can think of. In addition to the four I already have, I want to have "Sweetcharade" tattooed on the inside of my right arm, fleur de lys on my wrists, and I need to find a good spot for a Star of David in honour of my Grampa.
Grampa died 6 April, and there isn't a day that goes by where I don't think of him. I miss him very much, but I'm glad he is no longer suffering. If my Grampa is existing on a plane of the afterlife, I'm sure he remembers his family and his friends. That thought alone is what keeps me from losing my shit on most days. Some are harder than others, and I'm sure my sister feels the same way.
Grampa died 6 April, and there isn't a day that goes by where I don't think of him. I miss him very much, but I'm glad he is no longer suffering. If my Grampa is existing on a plane of the afterlife, I'm sure he remembers his family and his friends. That thought alone is what keeps me from losing my shit on most days. Some are harder than others, and I'm sure my sister feels the same way.