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  • My grandfather passed away ten years ago yesterday. He spent the last years of his life comfortably, but in a state of dementia. He hardly spoke, and if he did, his words would be slurred and scattered, with an occasional fit of laughter. Though I knew him in this state for more time than in his prime, this is how I remember him. Lively, spirited, and quite frankly, an asshole, but a decent one. So the lives of those that have passed are carried with us, their stories told in pictures, their spirits swimming through our memory.
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