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I was just sitting here thinking about the past semester and what has gone on. On February 17, I lost my grandpa to cardiac arrest. He was 66. On April 17, I lost my geology professer (and a good friend) to an aneurism. He was 62. Today, it suddenly hit me that I won't be seeing my grandpa or professor anymore. :cry: I don't know why it took so long for it to hit me, but it finally hit me and hit me hard. :cry:
I was just thinking about how my grandpa used to come up to our house and visit once a month or so. (He lived in St. Paul and we lived three hours away.) He would bring up a lot of food and stuff for my sister, my brother, and I. We would talk about anything and everything, and I even went fishing with my grandpa. He was an awesome guy. He even came up to Osakis to pay for my brother's car when he couldn't afford to...and the bill was $300. He had a good heart. I miss him. :cry:
I considered my geology professor my last grandfather because my real ones had passed away. I would go into his office and talk to him about anything and everything, and I even talked to him about stuff I didn't discuss with my family. He was easygoing and always listened. I miss him too. :cry:
I was just thinking that I didn't really appreciate my grandpa and professor until after they had died. You know, everytime I saw them, I didn't think about it really much because I always thought "I'll see them again." Well...with Peter and grandpa, I haven't seen them again. Why do we do this? Why don't we as humans take advantage of stuff when it's here? Why is it always too late? I'm speaking in general terms, of course. I know there's many people who do appreciate things when they are here.
Thanks for putting up this. I needed to get that out. :(
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