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Wrong.
My grand father--the one who gave me enough money to go to harvard for one semester--passed away.
My uncle called, and the only reason why he'd call is to tell us something bad or to check up every five or so years. This is a good uncle, from my father's side.
I felt nothing when I learned that he passed away. I've only seen him a couple of times, none of which I remember. Though, I do remember seeing him sometime when I was three. That was probably when he came for my father's funeral or something like that.
He was 90, a great grandfather, ran a good business, married twice. I'd say he lived well.
It just bothers me on how I felt nothing when I heard about his death. When a family friend died, I cried, I wondered why--felt some pain upon hearing of her death, but when my own relatives pass away, I feel nothing.
He is going to be buried on Wednesday. My mom wants to go down, but can't stand flying. I would like to go, see some family again, listen to their interesting lives. . . Then again, who doesn't like to Florida
She checked out some of the airport times, and one of them that is for tomorrow seemed interesting. She wanted to help out with the funeral.
What makes me feel WORSE is that I didn't want to miss the event we had for marching band.
I don't think we're going, though. My mom really can't miss any more work, and they are getting swamped.
. . . . yayness. . . .
My uncle told me something interesting. My father used to play the drumset. That's interesting. I want to ask him if he has any pictures of my father. This one picture I had was one of him holding me when I was two, and we were at a family reunion. It was stolen, along a picture of my mother and father and $40. Those were the only pictures I had.
Maybe I'll email him, or something.
Whoosh. . . . I should sign offline. . . Oh well. Maybe not.
I still never posted that story. heh
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