Memorial day was celebrated at the Gucci's house with tinfoil dinners and banana boats. Gucci, Addie, and I visited grandpa Bliss' grave. I miss him. Grandpa was a radical but he loved his family more than anything. I can't remember seeing my grandpa without a Pepsi in hand. Grandpa and I watched the history channel for hours and chewed the fat for even longer, he hated all my boyfriends, and thought that I was virtual perfection (totally misguided). I loved him. I always felt important, smart, and special when I was with him. I minored in history and thought about him after every test I took. I know that he would be proud of me. Can't wait to see him again and chew the fat a little longer. 
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