Sad stuffs

My good friend's father passed away last week. I just talked to him recently, and he seemed chipper and in good spirits. The guy was always in a great mood. What he had took him down quickly.

I attended the funeral Monday morning. I wasn't able to stick around for the burial, but at least I got to pay my last respects. Rest well, Tony.

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I'm worried about my own grandmother. She's still alive, but bedridden and in a lot of pain from her broken hip. I know it's weighing on my father, but at my grandmother's age there is little that can be done.