My father was a memory for 25years beyond my 5th year. I finally went to meet him before my 30th birthday just to tell him that I hate him for not being there, for cursing me to a life of "what if". He's dead to me, now. Good riddence.
My Grandfather, on the other hand, defined love to me after his aneurism. We were taking a short walk around the block (doctors said he wouldn't be able to fuction again, pshh). He stopped (he couldn't walk and talk at the same time, bless his soul). He looked at me and said, "You know your Grandmother and I have been married for 54 years?" I replied, "Yessir, I know, Grampa." Then he said, "You know she's the only woman I've ever made love with? She's the only woman I've ever loved."
Grandpa was a Silver Star hero in WWII. His contribution to my childhood and upbringing makes him a bigger hero to me than the world would ever know! He's sadly missed to this day. Rest in Peace, Grampa!
My Grandfather, on the other hand, defined love to me after his aneurism. We were taking a short walk around the block (doctors said he wouldn't be able to fuction again, pshh). He stopped (he couldn't walk and talk at the same time, bless his soul). He looked at me and said, "You know your Grandmother and I have been married for 54 years?" I replied, "Yessir, I know, Grampa." Then he said, "You know she's the only woman I've ever made love with? She's the only woman I've ever loved."
Grandpa was a Silver Star hero in WWII. His contribution to my childhood and upbringing makes him a bigger hero to me than the world would ever know! He's sadly missed to this day. Rest in Peace, Grampa!
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