Look, this is kinda sudden, but this is actually serious and about my personal life. So basically, one of my grandfathers died on monday night. He was a pretty loving guy. While he was sick all the way to his death, he never gave up on trying to be healthy again. He died from like..... I forgot. Oh, I remember now. Stage 3 cancer he died from. I never knew that he had cancer with 3 stages when he first got sick. I loved him, and now he's dead. I might not be able to see him in real life anymore, but he's still in my heart. I'm having a hard time trying not to cherish him and whatever memories I had of him. Tl;dr: He was a loving guy and got stage 3 cancer, and he's now only in my heart.
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