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It just hit me that I haven't posted in a while. It also hit me that it's now been 4 weeks since he died. Things finally slowed down enough last week for me to begin grieving. Damnit I miss my grandfather. There was just something about him being in remission for 16 years that made me hold out hope he'd make it another 16 years to his 100th birthday. By then, he'd have great-grandchildren to dote on and another generation of our family to teach and nuture. There's just something about seeing the toughest person you know dying in a hospital bed with a smile on his face and a chuckle on his voice every time he talked. The old son of a bitch gave it a good run, and even with his body failing, there was still strength in his handshake to the day he died. But Jesus I miss him something fierce.

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