Tuesday, October 14, 2003
i'm at work, in the basement. I leave in mere minutes. I have to pick up a card because one of our volunteers passed away. His name was Bill and he had a really good sarcastic sense of humor. I'll miss seeing him. Sometimes he would bring his grandson in to help him out. I think that his grandson will think about those times in the future when he's remembering his grandfather. It's a good memory to have. He's lucky to have it even though he is really young to lose his grandpa.
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