In the early hours of this morning, my mother got a call from my grandfather's nursing home, and unfortunatly, they ushered those, no pun intended, deadly words.
"I'm sorry, your father has passed away."
My grandfather was an old man; eighty-seven to be precise. He had saw a lot in his time, and he had fought a lot.
He was a strong man. A strong, yet
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