Yesterday at 3 am my Grandfather.. 95 more or less... passed away after a heart attack... I got the call at 8 am. So I am the oldest grandson (out of 40) he was faithful, (thats what they want to say) reality is he wasnt, he cursed, he drank, he had plenty of women during his life.. he was an elder at some point and he was ultra good with everyone. He had a heart of gold... he treated me as his son, he never cared about my status. I always loved him dearly. He died poor because he always gave away what he had.
So I went to his house yesterday.. filled with dubs... repeating the same canned words over and over... We will see him again... blah blah.
I was smiling. I was happy... not because he passed away.. but because i loved him and made sure i told him over and over every time i saw him. I always told him "Grandpa, in case I wont see you again it was a pleasure meeting you".
So here I am in the middle of family and Jdubs..... sitting on a recliner.. listening... to people. I realized that they want to look like they know what to say but reality is, they dont. They spit the same words over and over as if the listeners didnt know them already and they leave happy thinking that they left with comfort...
Very few even dare to talk about how it was time for him to go... he was really sick and was making life for my family very misserable because of his constants in and out to the ER
I was a ghost to some.... I was able to handshake some of my relatives and enjoyed looking at their faces not knowing what to do...
Some thought it was ok because I was there.... but I wasnt sad... I was happy.... Life has a cycle and we are part of it. Grandpa was a great man. Eventhough he was a JW.... he was loving and caring. He taught me to work... without knowing. I will miss him. He reminded me constantly that once he looked like me... and that at some point I will look like him.
My Dad came flew from Mexico, he doesnt even talk to me... Lets see what happens wednesday at the funeral..
Anyway I thought of sharing here....