My Grandpa passed away around 3 am Monday morning. My broken foot turned out to be a blessing in disguise. He had a massive stroke last Saturday afternoon. He was a fighter. He fought for a whole week. If I didn't break my foot, I would be on a cruise and would not be able to say good bye to my Grandpa. I would rather be by my Grandpa's bedside than be on a cruise.
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