A Precious Life
I was told by my mother this morning, that my grandfather had passed away at about 2:30am.
He was a gentleman who I never spent a lot of my time with. In fact, we barely had the time to get to know one another. He was around when I was very little, and I saw him again the last time I visited family on the east coast. That was nearly a year and a half ago, but I felt like I've known him for most of my life.
He was always a nice and cheerful fellow, and from what I've heard, a Harley man. He is to be cremated, and both my mother and grandmother decided what they were going to do with his ashes. They're going to get some help to go on a Harley ride, and they're going to toss his ashes to the wind for one final run. I thought it was very fitting.
He came back from the hospital last week, before he returned with a relapse of cancer. They couldn't do anything more for him, so the doctors sent him home on morphine. He passed thankfully in his sleep. As a testament to his cheerfulness, before he had to go back with the relapse, he was confident that he led a full life and was moving on to a better place. "That's just the way the monkey shits" he said. He's the first relative that has passed, where I've been grown up enough to realize exactly what that means. He will be missed by all.
I love you Grandpa.
He was a gentleman who I never spent a lot of my time with. In fact, we barely had the time to get to know one another. He was around when I was very little, and I saw him again the last time I visited family on the east coast. That was nearly a year and a half ago, but I felt like I've known him for most of my life.
He was always a nice and cheerful fellow, and from what I've heard, a Harley man. He is to be cremated, and both my mother and grandmother decided what they were going to do with his ashes. They're going to get some help to go on a Harley ride, and they're going to toss his ashes to the wind for one final run. I thought it was very fitting.
He came back from the hospital last week, before he returned with a relapse of cancer. They couldn't do anything more for him, so the doctors sent him home on morphine. He passed thankfully in his sleep. As a testament to his cheerfulness, before he had to go back with the relapse, he was confident that he led a full life and was moving on to a better place. "That's just the way the monkey shits" he said. He's the first relative that has passed, where I've been grown up enough to realize exactly what that means. He will be missed by all.
I love you Grandpa.