![]() My parents lived only a few miles from my Grandpa, but they hardly ever went by to check on him. I made it to class on time, but I had to ask to borrow notes from someone afterwards, because all I could think about was my Grandpa. I had no ambition to crawl along rafters and insulation to confirm that it was empty. My Grandparent’s house was pretty large, so I couldn’t see every nook and cranny of the attic. ![]() I shined a flashlight around the tight space of the attic. Nothing my dad did made any sense, and my mother was the exact same way. For some reason, my father decided to enforce the panel with a length of 2x4 on each side. “I will check.” He smiled and I grabbed a little step ladder from his garage. I was going to be late for one of my classes if I didn’t nip the issue in the bud right then and there. “I know it sounds crazy, but I hear them up there every once in a while. If my brother had still been around in 2007, maybe I would have had a little help with my Grandpa. My little brother had joined the Marines just before 9/11 and he found his end over in Iraq in 2005. “Grandpa, Al Qaeda is not climbing into your attic vents.” To this day, they’re still the best people I ever knew. My Grandparents were part of the “Greatest Generation” and they lived up to that. I think my Grandpa had just wanted to give up, but I wouldn’t let him. My Grandma had passed away two years earlier from a stroke. His body had been on the fritz for a while and now his mind was starting to slip. It was 2007 and my Grandfather was slowly dying.
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