Daddo
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It's not often I think about my grandfather, or miss him. Sometimes, like right now, I do miss him - miss him in the sense that I regret all the hurtful things that happened, the hurtful things I did that I now can't take back or apologise for.
Someone's just mentioned something that made me think of these goofy Bluebird of Happiness cards that he used to get me on my birthday. A nice thing out of all which wasn't. There were a lot of little nice things. They aren't always easy to remember.
Sometimes my heart hurts for you, daddo. Sometimes I'm so sorry things, and your life, ended the way they did.