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My grandpa was a prison guard.

He told me the horrible things that he witnessed there.

Written by Zacharias Frost.

My grandfather was an awful person.

I know that's probably not the most kosher thing to say about a close family

member, but I think most people who knew him, including him, would agree. He was a stone-faced

man, never showed much emotion and always had a fuse about as short as the balding gray hair

atop his scalp.

He wore a seemingly perpetual skull upon his face, and a narrowed brow that seemed to sneer

with that, get the heck off my lawn energy that only a proud boomer could properly muster.

I remember one summer my family went out to visit him and my grandma, only for him to chastise

my older sister for gaining a little bit of weight. It of course made her crying quickly devolved

into a huge family drama that may never have been fully resolved. In stark contrast, my grandma was the most

loving and kind person that I had ever known. So when she passed away a few years ago,

it really struck my whole family hard. The funeral was a sort of affair with my grandfather

remaining distant the entire time,

and not bothering to say a word on her behalf.

The rest of the family gave eulogies and tried commemorating her the best that we could.

But Grandpa seemed not to notice her care either way.

Once the ceremony concluded, most of the guests dispersed from the church.

As the attendees then, I found myself alone in the pews.

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