I got a call about 4 hours ago that my great-grandfather passed away. He was a young 96 years old. He's one of those people that you just expected to be around forever cause he always had been. He had a head full of wisdom and didn't mind sharing it with anyone. Up until the latter years of his life, he refused to go to doctors. He made his joints feel better with WD-40 and he was also a firm believer in those vitamins they call "Rooster Kings." He always told us those were the two things that could take care of anything. Seeing as how he lived to be almost 97, I see no point in aruing with his beliefs. Papa worked for everything he ever had. He was known in his hometown for being a great mechanic. Even in his last days here on earth as that cruel fucking alzhimers took over his mind, he would lay in his bed and tell us that he needed to get up and go to work. The bills wouldn't get paid with him laying in a bed.
I'll miss my Papa. Damn he was an awesome man!!!! I am the one that plans our family reunions on that side of the family and I was in the process of planning the next one. We always had them close to his birthday which is March 31. Papa, I love you. No man will ever fill the shoes you've left behind. A true man. A true friend. A true inspiration until your last breath. I'll see you again one day, when the time is right. Until then, know that I'll think of you often. Smile at your silly jokes that are forever in my heart. And love you just like I've always loved you.....with all of my heart!!
