True stories of my Grandfather and his bad luck with boats

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He is gone now, and I miss him terribly. I know wherever he is he is manning the helm of a small boat on a great pond. The day is crisp and clear, the sun is warm, and a breeze is blowing gently as he drifts lazily on the water.

Out of gas.
That had me in tears :(
 
Malakhov said:
That had me in tears :(

Yea, the ending was pretty sad. It's really nice for me to hear these stories of my grandfather from my dad, since he died while I was very young, and I don't have too many memories of him.
 
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