It's probably good for me to get this stuff off my chest.
Saturday, May 28, 2005
Confession 99
My brothers and I got the chance to meet my estranged grandfather when I was 17. I went to the amusement park that day instead. Grandpa died shortly thereafter. I felt bad about that for almost two whole minutes.
My grandmother died on my mission, and I didn't care. My mom called me to tell me. It was really more for her sake than mine.
My mom knew I didn't care, either. I mean, she was an alright lady, better than my dad's dad for instance, but I saw her once when I was about 13 and the next and last time I saw her was at my graduation; after having had a license for 30 months, she said "you're driving, Michael?!"
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My grandmother died on my mission, and I didn't care. My mom called me to tell me. It was really more for her sake than mine.
My mom knew I didn't care, either. I mean, she was an alright lady, better than my dad's dad for instance, but I saw her once when I was about 13 and the next and last time I saw her was at my graduation; after having had a license for 30 months, she said "you're driving, Michael?!"
Yeah. I can totally understand that one.
Your next confession is the 100th! It has to be great, but you've many to beat. Particularly 85, 79&80, 70, 66, 62, 51, 30, 20, 10, and 7. Good luck.
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