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MATTHEW JOHN BELL

Insane week
Friday, January 21, 2005

This past week was Missions Conference 05, which means that we pretty much don't sleep starting Thursday of the following weekend. Almost every night we had someone over until after 1am, sometimes later and we would have to be back at church the following day before 9am. Add going to school, #2 having a car wreck, and my grandfather passing away to the mix and you'll understand why it was a little extra crazy this year. I just got back from the viewing. It's such a surreal experience. It's like I wasn't really there. I dunno, its just weird. Grandpa looked really good, they did a good job on him. I have the honor of being of of the pall bearers tomorrow for the funeral and also praying The Lord's Prayer at the close of the service. I loved Gpa so much, its hard to believe he's gone. He went into the hospital Sunday morning, but I didn't really think it was anything too serious. I was so busy w/ missions conf stuff that I didn't make the time to go visit him. This I regret. He wasn't related to me by blood. He and my Gma married when I was about a year old. So I never knew any different, not until I was like 13. That show's how much he loved my brothers and I, as if we were his own. Really, we were. He was a great man.

posted by MATTHEW JOHN BELL @ 1/21/2005 06:46:00 PM,




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