Honestly, if there was one thing I regret about my grandfather's death, you could say that it could be partly because I never really knew that much about him. I read a blog post by my uncle, correctly known as a family friend. It was a lovely story, and by reading it, I feel like I have to admit it.
http://themaindesk.blogspot.com/2009/01/ending.html
I wish there was more I could say, but having a cold makes my head all fuzzy. Also have to study for exams.
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