Hard Crimson A

The day I received my acceptance letter to the university I’d wanted to get into since I was a precocious six year old, my mother died. That was tough, but the family pulled together.

Then the day I left for university, my grandfather died. I managed to hunker down and get to work, however.

Then the day I got my degree, my grandmother died. At that point, it went from a morbid joke to a real worry.

Then the day I got my Masters, my father was understandably worried, but he was ok.

Mr. Craig next door died though, oddly.