Cry a little...

I remember a few years back my dad called me on the phone and told me a sad sad story. It went something like this

Bampa talking:
Everyone always gets mad at me when something really important happens, like a birth in the family or a death, and I forget to tell people so I am calling all you kids today to tell you...
Me (Mom at Our House) thinking:
Oh my gosh who died? Is everyone okay? What could have happened? Did someone get in a car accident? Do I need to rush to the hospital?
Bampa talking:
...someone broke into the garage and stole all my tools.

Okay so at the time I felt really bad for him. He had a lot of tools that he had spent a lot of money on. But seriously Bampa, did you have to compare it to a death.

Now I think a little differently. I still feel bad for him, but now I know why he would compare it to a death.

to my most beloved worldly possession may you

RIP

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