My Grandfather, known to everyone as John Sam, lived an interesting life. My best estimation is he was born 150 years ago, give or take a year, and his death at 99 years and six months always fascinated me.
It was in 1968 in Brighton in the UK when he took his life. Leaving a note to say he was tired of living, he drove his car to the beach. The month was November, winter in the UK, when he walked into the North Sea. He couldn’t swim. Continuing to walk until submerged, John Sam said farewell to the world.
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