I found out on Wednesday that my grandpa passed away. It wasn't at all unexpected, but I had really been erring on the side of optimism that he would make it to Christmas, when I would be able to see him. He wasn't supposed to die until after Christmas--that was my plan.
But the best laid plans of either mouse or woman just don't always work out.
Now I'm trying my hardest to get things at work in order so I can fly home for the funeral. This is my first grandparent to pass away, a distinction I don't like to think about, as it implies the others will pass away too some day.
I know I'm extremely lucky: 25 years old and I had all four grandparents alive and mostly well. I can't imagine life without them--Christmases without grandparents! Birthdays without that special card from grandparents.
One of the things I learned about Grandpa while reading his obituary (I hate that word) is that he wrote the song for his high school. How cool is that? He always wrote poems for special ocassions... I hope we can round some of them up somewhere. How many other people have poetry-writing grandpas?
My grandma wants my dad to sort through Grandpa's clothes, which is where the bellbottoms come in. Grandpa cared nothing for fashion, and he wore his clothes regardless of style or color. These particular burgundy bellbottoms are, of course, polyester. They also have a matching white belt and white shoes.
They're awesome--but not if my dad tries to wear them! Poor Mom will be all alone for that fight.
"Just say no to burgundy bellbottoms." Pass the word along, you never know who might be at risk.
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Oh, Jen, you are so funny and such a good writer. I'll bet you could write a humdinner of a grant!
That was suppose to be humdinger
Sorry to hear about your grandpa, I hope you can get your work done and head home in time. All the best - Rebs little sister :)
Jenny, I'm sorry to hear about your grandfather. You and your family have my deepest sympathy.
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