It has been 19 years and I vaguely remember the day,
I remember my father giving me the news and thinking of how sad he was.
All I could do was hug him and think of his loss.
It didn't hit me until later of what I lost as well.
I lost a grandfather who was kind and endearing.
In that instant I thought of my dad as someone who needed consoling, not me.
December 6th 2004 It finally hit me of what I had lost as I lost again.
Two grandfathers gone in december... and everyone wonders why I am not a fan of winter...

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