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Last night I was doing some homework while at a coffee shop. It involves me delving into my childhood and listing positive and negative traits of caretakers and events of that time. It's really interesting the way a person pulls childhood into adult life. Anyway, it got a bit hard to do as I was considering so many things that involve grandparents that are now dead. I sat there and thought how I'd really like to stop by FA's home on my way home and just get a really good hug from him. I felt I needed it. But, I chose not to do that, for it'd be late when I'd leave the coffee shop and I didn't want to disturb him.

Lo and behold, about thirty minutes after I made that choice, there was a knocking on the window where I was seated. It was FA! Small miracles...