Tuesday was a very busy day. School, paper work, a hurried trip to the grandmother's house to pick up tickets, a visit to The Clay Center for the Rat Pack Tribute, a few cocktails afterwards. It completely slipped my mind that it was the anniversary of my grandfather's death. He has been gone for 11 years now, and it feels like it was just yesterday that I was sitting in my apartment in Morgantown, a junior in college, receiving the phone call that he was no longer in pain. Excuse me while I take a moment to remember a great man.
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