If he were a question, it'd be where.

     So.. my grandpa, or Opa, as I like to call him, is dead. He died in August, and he remains buried in the ground to this moment, as far as I know.
    That statement, "as far as I know", is such a crazy phrase. Because honestly, it isn't that far. I can run farther than the things I know, and my feet have never been hasty, unlike everything else associated with me. After my run, (ironically enough, having just mentioned being one slow motherfucker) I looked up at the sunset, which was beautiful regardless of the freezing weather up here, and wondered where my Opa was. Where is his soul? Disintegrated? In Heaven? Hell? Reincarnated as some lucky kid's Opa? I don't understand, and never has this question been more pivotal.
     Pudge asked this in Looking For Alaska, and he never figured it out. Once you make it out of the labyrinth, where is it that you go? What if my Opa doesn't like where he is? What if my Opa isn't okay? If John Green can't figure it out, how am I supposed to? Should I even be asking where? What is he? What is anyone, honestly?
     I miss him, sitting in his chair and drinking his beers and existing.