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Odd. My grandfather died today. I don't know how I feel about it. We weren't close, but my mother called and left a message and was crying, and of course I didn't answer because I was crammed sardine-style on the bus at the time, and I didn't check it until just now because I've had one of those days that makes me not want to be with or interact with people. Which is selfish, and I feel all gross and guilty now. Stupid.
He's been in the hospital for weeks after his strokes and I guess I already said goodbye, when I went up to see him. I don't know.
We were not close, at all, I was a bit of the black sheep-- I still am-- but there's this weird logic hole all of a sudden. |
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