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This morning we found out that my grandfather passed away in the night. In December, a few days before Christmas, we had found out that he had cancer and would only make it a few more months. We are glad that he was able to hold on that long. He was a good man and I am proud to say he served with the 1st Marine Division in Guadacanal and Peleliu. He will be having a funeral with full military honors, since he was a veteran.
I must be honest and say I was not as close to my grandfather as some grandchildren might be. We did not see my grandparents on that side as often as some, because of family problems I will not go into. I did love him however, and I do have many memories of him. The last time I was able to see him and my grandmother, was before I left for college five years ago. They had taken me out to eat at a restaurant and we had had the nicest time. I never saw him again after that and even though I wanted to go back I was never able to. My grandparents lived in Massachusetts, and my family had lived in New Hampshire. However, I went to college in Florida, and my family eventually moved to Florida as well, and I was never able to go back.
I found out that on my birthday in January a few weeks ago, my aunt and uncle had tried to call me so I could talk to my grandpa. I guess he had had a good moment where he was coherent and able to talk. I missed the phone call, and missed the moment not even knowing. I wish there was something different I could have done, but it is too late now.
I found out, that he left this world very peacefully. And even though cancer raged in his body, it could not touch his soul, and I will see him again someday in heaven.
*The picture above, is the only picture I have of my grandfather. The baby he is holding is me.*