As I write my Grandfather is breathing his last breaths. I am flying home to Ireland on Monday, arriving Tuesday to be with my family but the reality we have accepted is that by the time I arrive he most probably will already be dead and buried. For now, and until he passes, he is sedated and surrounded by loving family. No one can ever hope for anything more.
My Grandfather is, and will always be to me, a hard working, kind, caring, noble gentleman who towered above me. A stunning, beautiful man. A loving husband, father and grandfather. He lived a full life, ran several businesses, had two children and six grandchildren. He never drank or smoked. His life was a triumph and I am in bits that it is over but know there is no tragedy here. A great man, if I can be half the man he was I too can be great. I am so proud to be his grandson.
Unconditional love, always.
man…sorry to hear about the grand-da…:(
Sorry to hear about your Grandfather, but it’s good to know that he lived a full life.
Having read that, I’m quite sure he’s proud of you too.
Sorry to hear this :(
sorry to hear cliph, my thoughts are with you and your family
I’ve been back for pretty much the same reason, it’s not a good thing at all. Giz a call when you’re back in Toronto.
I never know what to say in these circumstances.
My thoughts are with you and your family.
Watching someone die is like the wind enveloped in sorrow but ever so calm; like the warmth of the sun pulsating throughout your entire being but softly.
i recalled this post for some reason while listening to a song by ‘Semiomime’ called ‘The Mole Children’
it was some way related to your post about wasting time online and how short life is..
took me a while to see that…what have you been up to since?
regards
Ed
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