My dad's father passed away.

I didn't know him that well. None of us did, really.

My dad was kicked out of the house when he was 16. His mom was having another child and couldn't afford to keep my dad fed and stuff too. He's the oldest. His other siblings are all girls.

George DeForrest Greggs, Jr. He has his father's name.

So my dad and his family have never been on good terms. When Dad came back from the army, he went home and the house wasn't there anymore. No one'd told him about it.

I woke up this morning to the phone ringing and my dad running to answer it. He answered all cheerful and happy, talking to his sister. Then he got really quiet and asked how everyone was and how is mom was. My dad isn't a quiet person.

So I don't know what's going on funeral wise. I don't know if we're all going out to Pennsylvania or if just my dad is going. I heard him say something about trying not to make the funeral on Thursday because I'm graduating but really, it'll be okay if my dad has to go and can't be there. I think that stuff is more important than sitting around forever to hear my name be called and watch me walk across some stage.

Anyway. Just thought I'd let everyone know that I might be gone later this week. I didn't know him very well. I don't know anyone on that side of the family well. I don't even know the names of all his sisters.

And that makes me feel horrible.

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