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I just got the news. He died this morning.
My grandfather was my favorite grandparent. He loved people, and he was always making friends wherever he went. He was a real cowboy; he used to own a ranch, and he grew up in a sparsely settled area where horseback was the most common form of transportation.
He was funny as hell, with a very salty, racy sense of humor. He told me stories about his parents and grandparents; I remember looking at photos of his family while he told me about them.
He used to visit us on his way through town. He was always hitting the road to just see the places and people he knew, and there were a lot of them. We'd break into the ice cream, and if we didn't have any, he and I would make a trip to the store to buy some. He always stocked our fridge before leaving, too.
He was a truly good person, a real original, and now he's gone. This is too much.
My grandfather was my favorite grandparent. He loved people, and he was always making friends wherever he went. He was a real cowboy; he used to own a ranch, and he grew up in a sparsely settled area where horseback was the most common form of transportation.
He was funny as hell, with a very salty, racy sense of humor. He told me stories about his parents and grandparents; I remember looking at photos of his family while he told me about them.
He used to visit us on his way through town. He was always hitting the road to just see the places and people he knew, and there were a lot of them. We'd break into the ice cream, and if we didn't have any, he and I would make a trip to the store to buy some. He always stocked our fridge before leaving, too.
He was a truly good person, a real original, and now he's gone. This is too much.
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