Yesterday at 87 a man I'd come to know and love died. He was my grandfather-in-law, but really I never saw it like that. The way I saw it he was just a grandpa I had gotten at almost 20 instead of birth. He was a kind, funny, and warm man. He loved Dunkin' Donuts, Olive Garden, and his tiny dog Brandy (she's a Chihuahua.) In some ways I thought
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