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My grandfather passed away today. I miss him all ready.

I knew he was going to go sometime soon but I guess I never really imagined that he would be gone, if that makes sense. He was always there. I remember when I was little and he and Grandma lived in a one story, small house in Sacramento. My family used to visit my grandparents and he was always there. He bought us ice cream from the ice cream truck that drove around the neighborhood in the afternoons.

He always loved his grandkids. He was so good to us. When my parents went away on a cruise one time, he and Grandma drove to Redding to take care of us.

I think I said it before and it’s weird that it sticks out in my mind so much but my first real memory of bacon is when my grandpa cooked it for my brothers and I along with french fries…for breakfast.
I’m worried for Grandma now. I know she feels so alone. She’s going to have to move in with one of her kids now. I don’t know what that’s like. I just wish I could take away her pain. I know she and Grandpa bickered a lot. I think that kind of became their routine. It was kind of a habit which didn’t really cause any hurt feelings. It was just something they did. I think Grandma got used to that.

I went back to Sacramento this past week to be with my grandpa. I overheard Grandma talking with my little brother’s pastor. She told him how she already felt so alone. She felt like she didn’t have anyone to talk to. She was worried about what her life would be like without Grandpa.

I’m so thankful for my closeknit family. Everyone in the family was there. Emily, my cousin, flew back from Bob Jones, My uncles came from Indonesia. Michelle and Madeline came from Indonesia. My mom’s cousin flew in from Memphis, my mom’s 2nd cousin came from Colorado. A lot of families aren’t close like we are. That really made me feels good about us. They’re mostly all there now, except me and Emily. I’m glad I went home to say goodbye to Grandpa. I sure hope that he’s enjoying heaven. I hope he’s jumping around like a little kid. I just wish I could be at the funeral.

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