today i found a box of my grandfathers watercolours and some fairly expensive brushes. while the thought of taking the brushes for a spin excited me, i couldnt help but think that my grandfather has not been around to see the young artist ive grown in to. my grandfather was a great man, and he loved the odd combination of art and science just as i do. he died when i was around 7 or 8. i miss him; i remember we used to connect well, and i cant help but wonder what our relationship would be like had he lived longer. maybe he would have been the only one in my family to actually get where i come from.
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