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I graduated from college Fall term. I was planning on driving out to Atlanta right after Xmas. My mother was very hurt, I think, that I didn't want to move back home or at least stay in the same state after school. She harped on me so much I ended up leaving two days early. I spent Xmas eve with a friend of mine in Lakeport, CA and on Xmas day drove to my grandmother's house in Madera, CA. No one knew I was coming (this was 1994, and I didn't have a cell phone). Before I knocked, I went to the kitchen window and noticed that everyone was already sitting down eating. I decided to not interrupt, and sneaking away, I ran into my grandfather who was stretching his legs and sneaking a cigarette. I came in and had Xmas dinner with the family, called my parents, got loaded up with food and goodies, and drove straight on to Barstow, where I stopped for the night.
It was the last time I would see my grandfather, my grandmother, and my younger cousin Randy alive.
Oh mercy, what I won't give To have the things that mean the most not to be the things I miss
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