My first memory of my grandfather is when I was six or seven, perhaps, and we lived in Colorado. I remember wanting to snuggle up to him and my grandma at night in their king sized bed, right in the middle, and I would frequently leave 'my' bed and escape to theirs. It wasn't because it was more fluffy (which it was) but rather that there was
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He's diagnosed with cancer, yes, no one's given a really good answer as to how long it's been, there's been some sort of metastasis of the cancer (lymphoma, originally, I believe).
And thanks, by the way; I might see you this Christmas.
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