May 29, 2009 12:11
I cried at my grandpa's funeral. He really was a great person. Now that I think about it after they talked about his life, he never did get mad. He was always patient and understanding. He was stern, but always respectful and loving. And it makes me feel so much worse that my mom disowned me because it strained my relationship with them and I never got to learn as much as I should have about them.
I drove up there with my dad, and my goodness it was okay on the way up there, but driving back pissed me off.
He didn't care about my grandpa. He doesn't care about people, only money. "You'd better make sure you get some of your grandpa's treasures." I DONT WANT THEM. HIS TREASURES NEVER MADE ME HAPPY, HE DID.
I spoke with my grandma and she said to me that some people only care about earthly posessions and they think that it will make them happy to have lots of things and lots of money. My grandparents never had much because they were simple farmers, they were always happy. They didn't need money they had their children and friends. As a kid I always had fun up there because we had a big farm to play on and there was always something to do. That and the house was an amazing feat of German engineering. Well over 100 years old, it still stands to this day. Built by my grandpa's grandparents, I believe. The whole farm was. It is falilng in disrepair, but it can easily be repaired and built up. I think I will do that someday. I want to rebuilt it to its original glory.