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My Condolences.

Last night I dreamt about my late grandparents. They were still alive and I was still caring for them. My grandmother was needing help with breakfast or something and my grandfather was trying to do something boneheaded with the trash or something; just like old times. Sorry for your loss. My grandparents passed within 13 days of each other last June, which we all agreed was a blessing. My grandmother, who aged faster than my grandfather (though he had fairly advanced Alzheimer's) didn't want to die first, as she had looked out for him most of their married life (65+ years), though it sure seemed like she would pass first. It bordered on the absurd the way she hung on for the sake of my grandfather for over a year (you could argue even a few years). When my grandfather did die shortly after suffering a fall, it was a blessing that she was able to follow in his footsteps less than two weeks later.

I still remember when the grandparents on my father's side died. I was too young to understand what happened when my grandmother died (I kissed her on the cheek, though, I remember that. But again, my young mind either didn't grasp it our didn't care). My Grandfather died a few years later. I remember that was sad, but everyone also found it rather humorous as he died on the dance floor getting jiggy with to some St Patty's day stuff. But I suppose that's a fine way to go, as long as everyone can remember it with a smile that's not devious or happy at the thought of him no longer around. Grandma was cancer, though. So that wasn't too happy of an end, unfortunately.

Anyways, sorry for your loss, man. Dying so close to a birthday is sort of like coming full circle, which in the end, sort of makes sense, or something.