Old picture

I found this old ass picture of my dead grandpa and my aunt. Got me thinking about my grandpa, I used to hate em and I did up until the day he caught himself on fire and got put in the hospital. It's funny how sometimes you dislike someone until they get hurt. I don't know. I miss him though. He was always an interesting person. He has a stroke before I was born and could only say a couple words: "No" "Yes" "You know!" And "four!" When my sister was really young my dad was thinking about getting my grandpa a dog to help him since of the whole stroke thing and my sister said "if you get him one he's gonna name it FOUR" which I think was funny. The grieving process is always weird. I like using humor too help. I don't know where this is going I just wanted to talk about it.