Today was just hard...just really hard.
I went to my Grandpa's house. It's just weird going through someone's stuff, deciding what it is you should take and what you should leave. I know it's been a while since his death, but maybe that's why I've taken so long so go over there.
The point is I really didn't want anything. I mean, the memories that I have of him are enough. Most of the things in the house that I remember the most are already gone. Silly things, like a clock that chimed, or all the colorful decantar sets.
The point is, that once someone is gone, and the "things and money" are dispersed...how do you keep discretion?
I've tried to steer clear of the whole thing, does that make me look like I dont care?
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