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RANSOM
Lubbock, Texas – May 18th
Grandad was able to step outside to sit with me on his favorite patio to watch the sunset. “I’m gonna miss these, boy.”
I hated when he said things like that—like it was a certainty that he was going to die. “Grandad, you’ll see plenty more of these. I don’t want you to worry about that. Or think about it.”
His wrinkled forehead creased even further as he frowned. “It’s hard not to think about it, Ransom. You’ve got no idea.”
And I don’t want any idea.
“So, the nurse told me today that your numbers are getting better. That’s some good news.” I picked up my beer and took a drink of it. He’d been so pessimistic; I wondered how he would spin this good news.
“Yeah, well, that’s happened before.” His eyes closed for a moment, then he opened them back u
