My grandfather died this morning from complications of a stroke. I visited him last week for a few days and got to say goodbye, which is more than a lot of people get to so. I'm thankful for that.
This situation is one that almost makes me wish I was religious. Other members of my family are fine, as they can take comfort in believing they will see him again in heaven. I don't have that. I know he's gone
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