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[tw death] incoming grief thread.
This morning, my grandfather passed away at 81 years old, having succumbed to an illness he was fighting for months on end. I was the only one present at home at the time of his death, and I was with him when he took his last breath, and I'm glad he didn't have to die alone.
He was the most positive influence in my life; throughout all of the hardships I've been through, he always made me happy, he always made me laugh, and he was one of very few people who accepted me for who I am, and he was one of the reasons why I'm drawing to this very day.
May you rest in peace, grandfather; I'll always love you, I'll never forget you, and I can have solace knowing that you're not in pain anymore, because you didn't deserve any of it, because you were a great person and man.
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