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so nana died.
for those of you who dont know, she was our neighbor when we lived in west virginia. she and her husband could never have kids, so we were kind of her surrogate family. even when we moved away, we would visit her at least once a month or so. she was like an adopted grandma.
so i should be way more upset that shes dead, but she was so miserable in the nursing home that im almost glad shes gone. its just weird that one of the most important people of my childhood is no longer alive.
sad.
so the moral of the story is: dont fucking EVER let me wither away in a nursing home to the poit where people are RELIEVED when i kick it. okay? okay.
for those of you who dont know, she was our neighbor when we lived in west virginia. she and her husband could never have kids, so we were kind of her surrogate family. even when we moved away, we would visit her at least once a month or so. she was like an adopted grandma.
so i should be way more upset that shes dead, but she was so miserable in the nursing home that im almost glad shes gone. its just weird that one of the most important people of my childhood is no longer alive.
sad.
so the moral of the story is: dont fucking EVER let me wither away in a nursing home to the poit where people are RELIEVED when i kick it. okay? okay.