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A Lesson From My Grandfather
That changed my life
Today a year ago my grandfather died. I was very close to him — more than my father. And that’s why whenever I think about him, it just brings tears to my eyes and makes me feel sad.
When he died, I cried a lot, a lot that I couldn’t stop myself from crying, everyone near me tried to stop me from crying but they couldn’t. But after an hour or so eventually I fell asleep crying.
That’s how special my grandfather was for me.
People say nobody is going to remember you once you die. And yeah, it’s mostly true, but to be honest, I still remember him on a daily and weekly basis, maybe I’ll forget him at some point, but I don’t think that’s going to happen anywhere near soon.
When you have a special bond with someone, how in the world you’re going to forget them easily? That’s almost near impossible. Just like having fun and making good memories with someone takes time, forgetting someone special also takes time, I guess. At least that’s how I think.
Okay, enough sadness…So what’s the one most valuable lesson I learned from my grandfather? Let me tell you what that lesson is:
For his entire life (as far as I know) he didn’t give a fuck about other peoples’ opinions.
