Failure
Loud or high pitched noises
Straight A student
Teenagers
Losing my Grandpa
Being a dad
I'm extra alert in unfamiliar locations
Spent 7 nights in a Central American village with rampant gang violence
Then- card collection Now- Knife from my Grandpa
Stress
Losing my grandpa was the toughest thing I've ever gone through. I spent a lot of time with him as a kid despite the distance between where we lived. It's been almost two years now since I lost him, but it's often hard knowing he isn't here anymore. From when I was little we shared a love for the outdoors and the kind of sportsmanship enacted with a gun and rod. We'd stay up late into the night, and I'd be hanging onto every word of his stories dreaming up wilderness scenes in my mind. He loved to hunt and that passion was passed into my life. It was our bond. I'm often haunted by the fact that we never shared a day in the woods on the hunt nor a day at the range together. When I miss him the most those things pile up on me, but I have the fond memory of a few months before his passing when I took a Nerf gun to his house and despite his being confined to bed we each took a few shots at a target I set up across the room. It isn't quite how I pictured my grandpa and I would share what we loved, but I'll never let go of that memory and it will always be the one what if I don't have to live with.
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