Took a pin of grandpas as a keepsake. Cried my eyes out when I was told to come pick it out.
I don't like this.
It hit me today that I won't see my grandpa again. He's been cremated. No chance to see his face again. Only pictures.
We are burying him on Friday. In South Dakota.
Selfish thought, I'm not ready to die.
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