Augurey2000
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I went to the saddest memorial the other day. My great uncle passed. Seeing my dad struggle through his speech was rough. On the bright side, I learned so much about my grunkle! Apparently he taught my dad how to paint, and he and his husband did some cover songs once. He loved doing Harry Potter legos. He brought a bag called “the magic bag” to every birthday, and it was filled with random shit like a potato or a framed photo of the pope. His husband, who has Parkinson’s, managed to give a very moving speech. RIP my gay relative. It’s just me and my cousin atp.