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Originally Posted by Freebase Dali
I wish my grandpas weren't dead. One was just a substitute grandpa.. the original one died when my dad was 18. But the substitute was ok. He just sat around watching baseball. That's it. In fact, I can't even remember him ever saying anything at all. He just watched games. He stroked and died when I was about 8 I think.
Then my other grandpa, the one on my mom's side, the only thing I remember from him is him giving me a piece of bologna. It was my first balogna experience and he was too drunk to think about taking off the plastic part. I almost choked.
He croaked from a heart attack when I was about 6.
Man, how come I got stuck with lame grandpas that don't throw bricks at people and just die before I'm old enough to get some kind of good memory out of them?
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i'm not sure how rare your experience is. my moms' dad was senile since i met him and he died when i was 12. my dads' dad is interesting but manages to make every conversation awkward. i probably see him once a year.