A Hard Goodbye
Hi everybody. As most of you know, I'm not one who lets his emotions go verbally. Most of the time I bottle them inside. Whatever pain that comes my way, I push it down deep inside and never let it go. I get this trait of mine from my father. Right now though, I have an uncontrollable feeling that I need to get out.
Wednesday, Janurary 5, 2005, my grandfather, James Koracin, passed away. I have done nothing but think about him for the last 2 days. I'm in tears just typing this out. I keep thinking of this one memory that I have of us. Now to understand this story fully, you have to know that my grandfather didn't have any feet. They were amputated for some reason, not exactly sure. Well anyway, I was like 5 or so and we were living in Germany. Gramps came to visit and we were all excited to see him cuz it's been awhile. One day while he was there, I remember sitting there next to his prostetic feet. I tried to be cool and lift one up, but they were extremely heavy. He looked at me, smiled and lifted the mammoth foot with just one hand. He then put it down and told me to try again, which I did. This time I raised it off the ground maybe an inch or so. I was so proud and happy. I remember him just laughing and saying "Good job!" I felt like stronger the Hulk Hogan at that moment. I will always remember that smile that he gave me. I wish I couldve seen that smile one more time before he died.
Rest in peace Grandpa, I will always love you.
TJ
Wednesday, Janurary 5, 2005, my grandfather, James Koracin, passed away. I have done nothing but think about him for the last 2 days. I'm in tears just typing this out. I keep thinking of this one memory that I have of us. Now to understand this story fully, you have to know that my grandfather didn't have any feet. They were amputated for some reason, not exactly sure. Well anyway, I was like 5 or so and we were living in Germany. Gramps came to visit and we were all excited to see him cuz it's been awhile. One day while he was there, I remember sitting there next to his prostetic feet. I tried to be cool and lift one up, but they were extremely heavy. He looked at me, smiled and lifted the mammoth foot with just one hand. He then put it down and told me to try again, which I did. This time I raised it off the ground maybe an inch or so. I was so proud and happy. I remember him just laughing and saying "Good job!" I felt like stronger the Hulk Hogan at that moment. I will always remember that smile that he gave me. I wish I couldve seen that smile one more time before he died.
Rest in peace Grandpa, I will always love you.
TJ