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Today, while waiting in the Diagnostics office to get my blood test done (if it wasn't obvious from NM there is a possibility that I am pregnant, and while my gyno is relatively sure I'm not, the blood test will tell, without a doubt, whether I am or not, but that's another story for another day), there was a kid who looked to be about eight or nine in there with his grandparents. His grandmother was having bloodwork done, and his grandfather was talking to him. The kid was crawling around on his stomach, military-style, under the chairs in the waiting room, and his grandfather was trying to get him to sit still and be good... ...and the whole time, I was thinking about my grandfather. I wanted to take the kid aside and tell him to appreciate the time that he had with his grandfather and to value it well, because he wasn't going to be there forever...and that I really miss mine. I oftentimes find myself thinking of him and wishing he was still here. I'm always going to miss him. mood: okay
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