Dedications to a man that will forever be in my heart.
In the early hours of this morning, my mother got a call from my grandfather's nursing home, and unfortunatly, they ushered those, no pun intended, deadly words.
"I'm sorry, your father has passed away."
My grandfather was an old man; eighty-seven to be precise. He had saw a lot in his time, and he had fought a lot.
He was a strong man. A strong, yet crazy man. Not well mannered, and not that nice. But damn, I loved him.
He had senial dementia, it got worse as the days went by, and soon the man I knew faded into a feable anoxeric old man, and as months ticked by he slowly forgot everyone and everything around him. Including me.
I lost my grandfather a long time ago; but now he is gone. Gone forever.
All I can do is cry. Cry over the fact I have lost all my grandparents. They've left me. They built me up -- and they left me.
So, to my grandfather. The fighter, the winner, and the down right nuts man I knew. I'll hold onto the good times, the bad times, and the weird times I shared with you.
Hopefully the VHS that broke on me is repairable, so in future I can so my kids how much of a hero you are to me, just like your wife, and the Walker side of my strong family.
Now is not the time, I know, to cry even more. You'd just laugh and speak that weird language known as Grandcooperish. I hope I made you proud, you old coot.
Rest in peace.
William Cooper.
1920 - 2007.
"I'm sorry, your father has passed away."
My grandfather was an old man; eighty-seven to be precise. He had saw a lot in his time, and he had fought a lot.
He was a strong man. A strong, yet crazy man. Not well mannered, and not that nice. But damn, I loved him.
He had senial dementia, it got worse as the days went by, and soon the man I knew faded into a feable anoxeric old man, and as months ticked by he slowly forgot everyone and everything around him. Including me.
I lost my grandfather a long time ago; but now he is gone. Gone forever.
All I can do is cry. Cry over the fact I have lost all my grandparents. They've left me. They built me up -- and they left me.
So, to my grandfather. The fighter, the winner, and the down right nuts man I knew. I'll hold onto the good times, the bad times, and the weird times I shared with you.
Hopefully the VHS that broke on me is repairable, so in future I can so my kids how much of a hero you are to me, just like your wife, and the Walker side of my strong family.
Now is not the time, I know, to cry even more. You'd just laugh and speak that weird language known as Grandcooperish. I hope I made you proud, you old coot.
Rest in peace.
William Cooper.
1920 - 2007.