Story time.
My uncle owns a local Dairy Queen.
Every morning, he goes in for his daily biscuit and gravy, and coffee.
He sits alone, him and his newspaper.
In the same booth, every day.
In the afternoon, around 3:30, he comes by and has a chicken strip basket. Always a 4 piece, always no gravy.
This went on for a couple months, and I was working with my uncle in the morning. I sat with the old man, to keep him company.
He was telling me about his wife who had died, and his two sons and four grandchildren.
Both of his sons had went off to war, one was MIA, and the other was KIA.
He was telling me how his grandchildren were his whole life now. He always had given them toys, games, clothes, whatever they had wanted.
The day came when they wanted to follow in their father's footsteps. They both joined the military, and both of them went MIA. The old man said that he waited every morning in the restaurant, reading the paper, waiting for some kind of story, article, anything about them. He said he went home every morning after breakfast and waited for a call, anything. And then he came back, after school, to see all the children who had just gotten out of school. They kept him calm, and reminded him of all the good times he had with his sons and grandsons.

3 days ago, he stopped showing up. Just today, I read the paper, and saw the old man and his two grandsons in the obituaries.

Has anyone realised that its not valintines day?

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