So, on December 28th, 2002, I lost my grandpa to brain cancer. He was one of the most wonderful people I know… The night he died, I had a dream, and in that dream, he showed me a symbol… The meaning is personal, and I won’t outline its full meaning here, but I will say that it is about second chances, making yourself better, and always striving to be the best version of yourself you can be.
My friend emily, was there and took some pictures, so, here you go:
And here are a few songs, of my grandpa singing…
I made this music player at MyFlashFetish.com.
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