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[fictional]

my grandfather is dead.
most of my memories of him center around a bitter old man,
furious that the world was changing around him
and lashing out that he didn't get a better deal.
but i also remember a man whose lap i used to sit it
as he read me Aesop's fables.
and a rare smile and hug when i brought him a cup of tea.

the world is changing around me.
and i don't like it.

my mother is upset naturally.
but he gave her his blessing before he died,
and told her to take care of me, and my father
and that she was always in his thoughts.

my grandparents were married for sixty years.