a fairwell
So yea got a missed phone call from my parents some time in the middle of the night, Of course this is never good since my parents go to sleep around 9pm. Apparently my grandfather passed on in the middle of the night. This is on no big surprise since I was talking to my mom about it on Thursday. Tough old bastard was suppose to die over two years ago but he refused to give in and fought till the bitter end. I was fortunate to see him last week when he was having a good day and was being very coherent. The week he has been on morphine all week just to make him comfortable so he was never in a quite there, my sister wanted to go see him on Thursday morning but I knew seeing him all drugged up would severely scar her. But he did pass in his own bead around 11:52 PM we couldn't ask for anything better and more peaceful. I was hoping he would make it to Sunday which was his 83 birthday and fathers day but when its your time. I feel pretty OK about it he had a long and very honorable life. He was a very smart and stubborn man much like those of the WWII generation . He figured he would join the military before he was drafted out of high school and get his pick of a job. He boasted about making the rank of PFC three different times being a hard worker as well as a trouble maker in the military. After he came back from the war he eventually opened his own business doing counter tops and married my grandmother(married 53 years). Later on he adopted my dad and his sister to have family they stayed in the same house for almost 50 years(one he built). I got to spend a year living in their pool house while attending college. In the late 80's he sold his business and retired at home. He gave part of the profit made from the sale to people who worked there over the years. He also did quite well in the stock market during that time. Not too bad for butchers son who barley graduated high school. He was a good person and an honorable man. The worst thing to me is seeing people like that go, those who accomplish the American dream who work honest and hard to achieve their dreams. Till his last day he always worked in his garden growing food I guess a byproduct of growing up in the depression. I know that was quite long but the point is I can only hope to have a life a fulfilling as his. The shitty part is seeing the family all up set, I hate more than anything seeing my mom and dad cry it kills me. I had breakfast with my mom this morning and she is doing as well as she can and my dad is in get every thing done mode. I am not looking forward to the funeral on Wednesday, I know every one will be all upset and he would of hated that. I spent the rest of the day all hopped on Nyquil beating this cold and finally got my ass out to Kimmys for some good times. Like I said don't worry about me I am the living one here, maybe just cry a tear for the world who lost one of the good ones.