Hello, everyone.

As of two hours ago, my grandfather, on my mother’s side, just passed away.

He was almost 90.

He’d been…very sick for a while now. My mom and dad were visiting him, and I stayed home alone when they did so.

My mom said she at least wanted to spend one more Christmas with him, but…

You know, this morning, I heard my parents talking, about how my relatives were scared about his health.

I thought it’d be a false alarm and pass. I was wrong.

And also, thinking on it, if I hadn’t screwed up with college like I did, he’d have seen me graduate. I’d have been graduated by now.

There’s a lot I never got to tell him. About how I wanted to be a writer, how I came out to my parents…

And, well, I was thinking of staying home alone again while my parents went to see him.

He’s gone now. My mom said he was…forgetting a lot of things recently. That he forgot about…us. My parents. Me.

Yeah. Yeah. And, for a bit of irony, my brother’s cat died just after my mom’s birthday. Now my mom’s dad just died a week before Christmas. Huh. Huh.

Well, that’s all. This may not be the best place to say it, but, Happy Holidays to everyone, and a Happy New Year.