One of my best memories of college: I was going to a tech school that was just down the street from the nursing home my grandpa was at. Most family were busy so

One of my best memories of college: I was going to a tech school that was just down the street from the nursing home my grandpa was at. Most family were busy so my mom pressured me to go spend time with him. Initially I thought it would suck but after a few times, both the nursing staff and a few patients near my grandpa knew me, it was like getting a minor, second home right next to school. I would go to my classes, get my homework, then drive a few minutes down the road and spend hours there doing the homework, playing games, what have you. I got so much time with him just before he passed. It was truly a blessing, even though he was already a huge part of my childhood, to get one last hurrah before I entered adulthood and he... well, took the next step. I'm not a religious person, I don't honestly think there's an afterlife, and on this point my parents disagree. Maybe they would've made more time to visit him if they weren't sure he was going to a better place and they'd see him again.