My grandfather died.
. Day .
It was a little unexpected, though not totally. I had to get a bereavement fare to fly home. I spent some time with my cousins. My cousin Cheryl told a phenomenal story about her and my grandfather which I'll write here later.
The funeral was fine, though there was a small error. My grandfather's name was "Grady Lestoy Rhoden", and the preacher said his middle name as "Lester". Well, he was close. I'm not sure where "Lestoy" came from anyway.
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