Last year at this time was so much fun. I had one of the best birthdays...21 is a big deal. I went out with the micos from carrabbas, and out with my closest friends from home. Shortly after was Christmas which is exciting yet melancholy when it actually hits. It was the first Christmas without my grandpa Musyt, which also meant a birthday without him. Every birthday of mine was special to him and our family because each birthday marked another year that he was out of Hershey medical center. He almost died when I was born and I'm left wondering how I would never had known twenty years with such a wonderful and fun man. He called me a tuffy from a young age, and a little cowboy when I took him for a drive shortly after I got my license. I would tease him and sing songs, go for walks with him down vaughn st., and catch him when he was sneaking chocolates. The last time I saw him was in a rehabilitation center and he was doing so well. He showed me my dad and brother how good he was at using the exercise equipment. We were sure that he was going to be well again, because he had been through so much worse. He always made it. He was invinsible especially in my brother's eyes. I was the one who had to tell my brother that he died. He didn't believe me.
I didn't want to believe it either but actually telling someone else and hearing yourself say it aloud makes it more real. Not until now did I see the irony of my 21st birthday when my friends took me to Hershey Park. I certainly didn't make the connection then, but now see it as a gift that will remain even more special in my heart.
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