Well poop. I hate updating this from my phone. Just lost everything I had typed.

You never know when you run into a random stranger how kind a soul they have. The pharmacist who helped me tonight and talked to me as I waited, I swear it was like talking to my grandpa, as if he was checking up on me. As he talked about worrying if his 10 yr old granddaughter appreciated him, I wanted to tell him yes she does, she just doesn't know how to fully appreciate yet. I didn't appreciate what I had with my grandpa til it was too late. I swear that sweet old pharmacist had his twinkle in his eyes just like grandpa did. It broke my heart. I miss him so much. I would hug him and never let go. Ever since he's passed, ive had terrible dreams of him really being alive just not knowing who he was or who any of his family was. I want nothing more than those nightmares to stop, I have them still on a weekly basis.

Thank you kind sweet pharmacist. Thank you grandpa.