After French class on Friday I checked my email and had a few new messages from the fam. The first one from my mom said my Grandpa had taken a turn for the worse and possibly had pneumonia and might be moving rooms. An email down I saw the unforgettable words that he'd passed away. These stories always start out with, I woke up feeling uneasy or I knew something was wrong when I checked this but really...I had no idea and after reading it I just felt numb. I didn't even realize I was crying until someone in my class asked if I was ok. He was 81 and pretty sick so it was somewhat expected but when you're this far away, everything seems like a dream anyways. I left for France before he started getting really bad so I can't even picture the full extent of everything, it jarred me to see his photo in an online obituary and it kills me that I can't go to his funeral. He really was an amazing man...he was in the air force, raised four kids, and even loved Nutmeg. He loved lemon drops too, and the same generic brand of chocolate chip ice cream his whole life. Even though we'd been to same museum dozens of times, he would always take us there because he knew we were crazy about it. He loved real golf, but he'd still always take us mini golfing every time we visited. I can't even imagine going to the house without him there. The last time I saw him was on Christmas and he told me how proud he was of U of I and that he knew I'd do great things. Sending all the love you've given the whole family back your way, here's to you Grandpa.
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