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ChewieSara
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The night before my grandfather died, I chose not to go see him. I'd seen him the day before that, and for the first time in months, he was himself again: laughing and joking with the same bright, joyful personality I'd seen literally every single day growing up. Somehow, even at 92, even as his body broke down around

It's nice that they pixelated his arms too.