I found out today that Poppy, my Mom's dad, had a massive stroke last night. They have taken him to the regional hospital. It doesn't look great. But I've learned not to count the old guy out. He's a member of the greatest generation. He grew up on a farm, fought in World War II, lived with Granny for 60 years - I adore her, but that wasn't a picnic. The man is tough. He's 87, and sailed through colon cancer and a bowel resection two years ago. So we'll see.
In the meantime, I took the mature way out and went to Miss Kat and dana's house tonight to get tore down.
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