eggie...
my grandfather died yesterday. he went into the hospital on monday after having some mini strokes. he was in his 90's and lived a full life. actually i always hated that saying so i take it back. he was in the navy and then worked for pepsi for 30 years. he retired and lived his life the way he wanted. he rarely left his house and never, never wore pants. i can honestly say that in my 25 years i saw him in pants twice, both occasions were funerals. he was a straight forward man, and like most men of his generation was only ever what you would call nice to very small children. he had amazing dry sense of humor. he laughed at my attemps to be witty. im pretty sure he was happy, if not hen content enough not to care.
i dont know his real name. i called him grandpa eggie. always had. the family refered to him as eggie, his kids called him dad. it neevr occured to me that i didnt know his given name. i know hes a gibson, that my moms amiden name. when i got to the hospital the desk attendant asked who i was ther to see, and i justs tood there with my mouth open. thankfully my uncle was making phone call sin the lobby. i cant ask anyone with out feeling like an ass, so i just keep feeling worse about it. he would find this really amusing.