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[htotheh]

Grampa Lou died yesterday. The stupid people at the place where he was staying didn't even try to call Dad, or at least not very hard; they left two messages on his cell phone, and that was it. I'm not entirely sure what to think. I didn't know him very well, since I can't remember a time when he didn't seem ancient to me. I don't feel right about crying or anything because he just wasn't that close, but he was my Grandfather, so I suppose I have the right. We're going to Dayton sometime, Dad's not sure when. Grampa's going to be cremated, so we have time.