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| 7:07 p.m.-2004-09-18 My grandfather died this morning. My dad's father. It's hard to know what exactly it is I feel. He's had Alzheimer's for years. He didn't really remember anything past about 1974. I was born in 1975. That was hard. I was his favorite, when I was younger. I was born the day he retired. He stopped remembering I was even born, in about 1997, when I moved to Seattle. I had always hoped, I'd be able to brag that I had all four grandparents when I was 30. I'm just 4 months shy of that hallmark, but I didn't make it. That almost makes me sadder. I'll be thinking of him most, Novermber 1st, the Day of the Dead. And maybe the Solstice. And on my birthday, just 3 days after his. He was 89 years old. He leaves behind his wife of 60+ years, and ten children, and more grandchildren and great grandchildren than I can count any more. He passed quietly, in his sleep, with several of his daughters nearby. I don't know that it could get much better than that. The Captain
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