Oh god, the possibilities. I would choose to go back to a day where my Opa was still alive before he was put in the hospital and started having his medical dificulties. I would be around the age of 4 or 5 and still be very innocent and naive. I would want to go back with the mindset and maturity I have now though. I would just want to sit on his lap in the rocking chair that we always used to hangout on and talk to him all day and try to catch up on all the time I feel we lost by him passing away. It's strange how I knew him for only a few years and yet he's one of my heroes. Maybe it's the fact my middle name is his first name? But I would ask him to just tell me stories about his life so I could feel like I knew him better because although he was my Opa, he was also my bestfriend when I was little. But I feel like my time was cut short with my bestfriend. So basically I'd just stay and talk to him endlessly for hours for a day and make sure I had the chance to say thank you for everything he did and goodbye.
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