My friend's grandfather died yesterday. His name is Ben. My uncle died Saturday night, and his name is also Ben. Unlike my friend's grandfather who fell when the saddle pads slipped, my uncle had been paralyzed for many years already. He had been joking about dying as a young looking man, that, which we don't really condone. Two weeks ago he had been in and out of the hospital for complications, and unfortunately, passed on last Saturday. I sure will miss my Tito, just as my friend will miss her grandpa.
Well, cheers to the lives of the two Bens. They have left their mark in the very people who loved them.
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