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JGL. SNL. LOL.
My Grandpa Don died on Monday morning, and his funeral service was today. My mother and father now have to go through the rather arduous task of sorting through all of the things in his basement - an endeavor that they began to undertake within the last couple of days. Mom was sorting through scrapbooks this evening when she turned to me and told me to close my eyes and hold out my hands. I didn’t really cry today until I took what she handed to me and opened it up. It was this gem of a card that I presented to my grandfather on his eightieth birthday last year - which he had put away in the basement and saved among postcards he had sent from Korea, photographs of my father and uncle, and his wife’s wedding rings.
(Since my webcam is doing that weird mirror-image thing again - it reads: “A long, long time ago… you were born.”)