With honor for my grandfather
This morning my grandfather died. He had been in and out of hospitals for months now, had been unable to identify my mother when she visited, spoke to saints and had repeatedly attempted to remove all of the insturments that the hospital had monitoring him and leave (which required him to be restrained). The last time I saw him was the end of the summer when a majority of his bones spoke out from behind his thinning body. He slept on the couch for most of the day, but we had our usual interaction where we exchanged mocking looks (really only rolling our eyes) whenever my aunt or mother wound themselves up about something.
His past had been obscured both by his own faulty memory (which often forgot the answers to the previous night's "Jeopardy" after he asked my brothers and I the question) and his mother who never confided his real birthday to him, nor his real middle name, should he have one. I suppose all of this will emerge from some paperwork now, but it will be a strange few days going home whenever I do for the wake and the funeral and seeing my family dressed in mourning garb - something we have absolutely no familiarity with.
I don't exactly know what he would have wanted me to do, he was dismissive when I spoke of graduate school (he would have preferred my working at "the docks" as a longshoreman), but I'll try at least in the next few months to work hard enough at what I have to do so that the man whose name I bear would have been proud. what ugly tenses
I loved him.
His past had been obscured both by his own faulty memory (which often forgot the answers to the previous night's "Jeopardy" after he asked my brothers and I the question) and his mother who never confided his real birthday to him, nor his real middle name, should he have one. I suppose all of this will emerge from some paperwork now, but it will be a strange few days going home whenever I do for the wake and the funeral and seeing my family dressed in mourning garb - something we have absolutely no familiarity with.
I don't exactly know what he would have wanted me to do, he was dismissive when I spoke of graduate school (he would have preferred my working at "the docks" as a longshoreman), but I'll try at least in the next few months to work hard enough at what I have to do so that the man whose name I bear would have been proud. what ugly tenses
I loved him.