Sad news on Friday. My grandpa passed away. He was a fun guy, and I'll miss him.



I had just got editing my cancer-related story, and the moment I was finished my cell phone rang. From the number and area code, I knew it wasn't good news. My grandpa lost his battle with cancer.

He was a fun grandfather. He used to call me "racin' Jason" when I was little because I'd always get hyped up on sugar and run all over the person like a crazy person. Hmm.. I guess that story would've been way cooler if I had grown up to be an olympic runner or something.

Anyway, he always laughed when I did bad things - which only encouraged me to act worse, and made him laugh harder. And, I think that helps partially explain how I turned out the way I did.

Peace out, Grandpa Robot.