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I woke up to my phone ringing. It was October and the last semester of college. I was living in a house with five other guys, and I was the only person to get his own room. I had three items in my room that would be considered furniture. I had a wooden box that was made out of some plywood I found on the street. There was a big brown chair that I brought from home, and a mattress thrown in a corner. I had a fairly rough schedule going on those days. I had a full load of classes plus working 3 different on campus jobs. One of those jobs required me to wake up at 4:30 every other day and the second job required me to stay till midnight. Needless to say I took a lot of naps.

So the phone was ringing during one of these naps. I was laying on my mattress the window was open letting the cool autumn air in. The sun was setting so my room was dark. I answered the phone. It was my mom. She told me that I should come home if I could because my grandfather was not doing very well. I should come home to say goodbye.

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