The Ticking Clock
Speaking of mortality, my grandpa is now dead.
I remember Great Grandpa Cliff dying. And now my Grandpa. It's high noon on the family tree, I guess, two down, two to go. Both of us getting older by the second.
He was a bit of a racist jerk but no one deserves to die like he did, with no one to take care of him as his body was torn apart by cancer, his mind fell apart, and he lost the ability to care for himself and clean up after himself, only to be left in the possession of my deranged self-centered grandmother. I sure hope I can do better than that.
No legacy, but a few worthless pesos stored away, along with some bricabrac that I hear is all being auctioned off for cheap anyway. He'll be forgotten within the decade or two, as the last people with memories of him pass away.
I remember Great Grandpa Cliff dying. And now my Grandpa. It's high noon on the family tree, I guess, two down, two to go. Both of us getting older by the second.
He was a bit of a racist jerk but no one deserves to die like he did, with no one to take care of him as his body was torn apart by cancer, his mind fell apart, and he lost the ability to care for himself and clean up after himself, only to be left in the possession of my deranged self-centered grandmother. I sure hope I can do better than that.
No legacy, but a few worthless pesos stored away, along with some bricabrac that I hear is all being auctioned off for cheap anyway. He'll be forgotten within the decade or two, as the last people with memories of him pass away.