Dec 16, 2004 09:57
My Grandpa is dying.
Grandpa Glenn who would never die, who when coming back from the hospital after recovering from a heart problem went straight outside into the blazing heat and mowed his lawn.
My Grandpa Glenn who was an artist. Who painted endless watercolors of different flowers and put them up on his walls in color themes depending on the season. Who painted my favorite representation of Santa Claus with dark reds and the most fabulous beard
Who had a hard relationship with my dad. Who only just admitted respect and admiration for what he has done.
My Grandpa who was a lion.
My Grandap who, during a family reunion a day or so after hearing of Bethany and my engagement wrote and sang us, in his shaky voice, a beautiful song about eternal love.
My Grandpa fell down the stairs. Now he's going to die.