While I Was Out:
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-Went home to Chicago.
-Finished a painting.
-Met someone new to the world.
-Said good-bye to someone familiar to this world.
-Cried.
-Found out what I'm truly made of.
For the most part, that ^^ is what happened while I was gone.
My Grandpa showed me what effect being away truly has on a person. This is the first Thanksgiving that he wasn't at. No, he's not dead. He was just in the hospital. However, the next day he did come home. I stood over my Mom as she sat next to him & held his hand. She asked him if he was okay & he replied with a 'no'. For my whole 20 years of knowing the man, I never saw him cry; until that day. He's the type of man that introduced me to the Boogeyman (or what he liked to call the 'Boogerman'), habanero peppers & has way too much southern ignorance to share with the world but as he shed a tear from his 80 year old eyes, he wiped it away as quick as his bruised, cancer filled arms would let him.
It was my turn to talk to my Grandpa. Mind you, this was the day before I left to go back to Massachusetts. I sat next to him & held his hand. He looked at me puzzled & I said 'Hi Grandpa.' He replied back with a 'Who's you?'. There were about 5 of us in the room at the time & he seemed to remember everyone one, but me. He talked to me like a friend rather than his grand-daughter. I'm nothing but a memory for him now. I'm his 'friend', not a grandchild. I talked to him about applesauce mostly. Sooner than I thought dinner was done & my mom called us to come eat. I told him that 'I'll be right back, I'm going to eat'. He said 'okay, that's fine. Hurry back.' Sadly, when I finished, he was already asleep. That was the last time I was probably going to see/ talk to that man & it was about god-damn applesauce...I guess I get my 'uniqueness' from him. He WOULD be one to pick smashed fruit as a subject to be the last thing to talk about. He kept me up thinking late one night to come to the realization that soon I will not have someone to call 'Grandpa'. He's been the only grandpa I have ever had & soon HE won't even be there.
Living here is getting a hold of me. I'm liking it less & less, sadly. I'm tired of having emotional whiplash every time I wake up. I'm even more so tired of posting such melancholy blogs. Jebus...
On a lighter note. England is no longer going to Hallmark & we miss him. YES ENGLAND, this is directed towards you! We miss your British charm you gave the school but we are pissed you didn't say good-bye.
Also, Colorado cut his hair...I loved his long hair. Yes, LOVED; past-tense. It is no more...
<--Harley & I.
<---Harley & his Dad.
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