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My grandfather died today, my mother's father. Of a stroke, at 4:45pm pacific time. He was on his way downhill for a good long while, but still. I haven't seen him since I was 17, I was supposed to go to San Diego this summer but I never got around to it, and now I'm feeling really stupid. I'm worried about my mom more than anything else. She and my Dad are flying down for his funeral, and to be with my grandmother and my aunts and uncles. My mom's sister Janet lives in Portland, at least, but Janet's twenty years older than my mom so they're not that close.

I don't know how to feel. I wasn't that close to him, but he's still a relative, and I was around him a lot when I was really small; we moved from San Diego when I was five.

In Other News: Kara and I worked on unpacking my stuff all day. School starts tomorrow.