Yea... as the title implies... i lost my grandpa on the 25th. He went peacefully. I never thought I could feel this alone. He was like my dad, considering my own father denied me as his son. He believed in me when no one else would and he was always encouraging me to do what I knew I could do, but now that he's gone... its going to be hard to believe in myself anymore. He was a great man, always as nice as could be. If he didn't like you he was never rude, he'd just not talk to you much. After 22 years of being around him, its just so weird and quiet without him. I'm sorry... I just had to get this off my chest before the next run. Later.