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Ach. Memories.
Some of them good, some of them I loathe.<br><br>So, my grandfather died.. erm, a month ago, I believe, Friday. The memories I love:<br><br>-"We sure are proud of you, Kaytee"<br>and him taking me fishing, and to lake Isabella, ect.<br><br>Memories I hate:<br><br>Him in the hospital, pale as ever.<br>"Quint, you need your rest"<br>"Can I still hold Kaytee's hand?"<br>"Sure"<br><br>That was enough for a mental breakdown right there, and I know grandma knows me well enough that she saw it.<br><br>Gah. This all happens while Im listening to Evenesence, or 3DD, or someone.<br><br>Seriously. I thought I was over the fact that he's gone, but his presence still lingers here... <br><br>This is random, but still.<br><br>Ach. I love some, hate others 
"I am carrying all my hatred and contempt for power, its laws, its authority, its society, and I have no room for guilt or fear of punishment."-Diego Rios
Semper Fi.
Semper Fi.