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As the title suggests, I will be telling stories and expressing my varying opinions. And yes, they may be offensive. Not offensive in the way that you're thinking (by that I mean I'm not going to be flat out profane) more offensive in the sense that I'm going to say things that you might not like. I have a lot of opinions, and they're rather strong. You may disagree, but hopefully you'll find yourself slightly entertained, maybe just a little amused, possibly just a bit aroused (that's a joke, by the way). If you're even the smallest amount intrigued, then I encourage you to continue reading. I have much, much more to say.

1/30/12

Loss

Readers, I'm going to be a little bit more serious than you're used to today. 

This Saturday, January 28th, my grandfather Myron Allen passed away at the age of 79. He will be missed greatly by his family and his friends. His passing came as a total surprise. Grandpa Mike was always incredibly tough and strong. Even at 79 he was working in the yard and doing what needed to be done. He had the Allen stubbornness that made him refuse to grow old, much like his sons, and like me. We all thought that he would live forever. 
Ladies and gentleman, I don't do well with loss. And not only death, any loss. In all my life I've only lost a few things here and there, mostly insignificant. I have never lost my wallet or my keys (knock on wood) and I do my best to keep track of all of my belongings. That being said, when I lose someone close to me, I have a difficult time with it. Every year on Christmas Eve Eve (the night before Christmas Eve) we have an Allen family get-together. This year, however, I was on a date with Tayler and didn't make it to see the family. I keep feeling regret that I wasn't there to see my Grandpa, as it could have been the last time I would see him alive. I keep thinking that I should have spent more time with Grandpa when he was alive, but that's not how I should feel. Rather than regretting the time that we didn't spend together, I should focus on the time that we did spend together. Even though I didn't know him extremely well, I should be glad that I knew him at all. I wasn't lucky enough to meet my other grandfather, my mother's dad, before he passed away, and I wish that I was. 
This post has a message that is common, perhaps even cliched: Appreciate your time with someone when you still have time with them. Don't take your loved ones for granted. Now that I am an adult there's nothing wrong with calling my grandparents or an aunt or uncle to catch up, and I probably should. There's no telling when someone will pass away, and there's never a convenient time for a death in the family. I want every one who reads this to take some time out of their day to speak to a relative that you haven't spoken to in a while, and try to think of all the great times you've had with everyone around you, family and friends. And if someone close to you passes away, focus on the good memories, not what could have been. There's no sense in spending your time regretting. I would also like to thank everyone who has been sending my family good wishes, flowers, and condolences. It has made all of this a lot easier for everyone. Thank you.

I love you, Grandpa. Rest in peace. 

Until next time, 
Steve

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