He passed in '95, two years before I made my debut into the world. 64 years old. So **** young. Some kind of cancer, they said. I don't know I think it was prostrate. Even though he's gone and I never met him, I hear really good things about him. I wanna be a person my grandpa would be proud of. I want to know that he's up in heaven, smiling down on me, thinking, "I'm so **** proud." I really wish I had met him. Life's not fair, I guess. But what I would've done and would do to be able to see him face to face for the first time. I've heard the sound of his voice on tape. It's kinda cute, like a cartoon character. He kinda sounds a little like Bugs Bunny. Adorable. What I'd give to know him.