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"WSC3 (FF) Grandpa, The Day He Died"
Devious Weasel 18752 desperate attention whore postings DAW Level: "Playboy Centerfold"
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01-02-04, 04:38 PM (EST)
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"WSC3 (FF) Grandpa, The Day He Died" |
His first thought was ofThe important firsts in his life: the first day he saw his daughter (my mom); the day he held his first grandchild (me) and told him about all the things he would teach, like driving a tractor and how to help a sow birth and when to shoot, things that have had varying degrees of practicality in his grandson's (my) life; and most importantly, the day he first saw her (my grandmother), the day he decided that maybe being a farmer wouldn’t be so bad, maybe he didn’t need to leave the area and see the world and try his hand making his fortune elsewhere. It was a day he never regretted, even if she wasn’t here now and hadn’t been here for some time. His second thought was of The sign he always put on the door of the farmhouse when he went to town, the one that said “Gone to town – Be Back Soon!” He had put it on the door that day he came to town but didn’t come back soon, didn't come back at all, the day he collapsed and got put in the hospital and then moved to this room in the nursing home section of the hospital where they wouldn’t even let him leave to go home for one trip, one trip to look around and get some things, because they said the trip would kill him, and damn but he wasn’t too polite to say “I’d rather die at home than here” but he didn’t want to offend anyone, and he didn’t want them thinking he wanted to die, because he didn’t, he just wanted to be at home, among the used rubber bands and old grocery sacks and stacks of ancient newspapers, things she never threw out because she never threw out anything, and even though it always infuriated him that she never threw out anything, after she was gone he couldn’t stand the thought of throwing any of it away because it all reminded him of her and even when the pain of her going was at its worst he still wanted to be reminded of her – hell, that was when he wanted to be reminded of her the most. But he didn’t say anything, and he didn’t get to go home, and now he was hoping that one of the kids had taken the sign down because if they hadn’t, the next time it would be seen was after he was gone. And that would probably start them crying again, and he didn’t want anyone crying over him anymore than was absolutely necessary, cause he never wanted anyone crying over him. Ever. His third thought was of How bad it felt when she died, in a room just down the hall from where he was now, and how he was ready to give it all up when his son-in-law (my dad) died, and how he found new life in what was the only mission that could have kept him going, being there for his eldest daughter (my mom) to help her get through what no one should ever have to go through but what most people have to deal with sometime. His fourth thought was of How it was Christmas day, and how if you could pick the day you died, no one, NO ONE, would ever pick Christmas day, because that would be inconsiderate because from then on out everyone will always have a little sadness in them on Christmas morning and people should never have sadness in them on Christmas morning. Any other time, fine, but not Christmas morning. He hated being inconsiderate. Always had. That didn’t stop him from being that way sometimes, just meant that he hated it. His final thought was of How many people were in the room right now, people he hadn’t seen in so long, including his eldest daughter (my mom) and his first grandchild (me). How strange it was that the passed on were there with the living, and how the passed on could affect the living but the living couldn’t affect the passed on (or was it the other way around), and how it was too bad that his eldest daughter (my mom) and his first grandchild (me) didn’t see his son-in-law (my dad) but his son-in-law (my dad) told him it was okay, they could feel him even if they didn’t realize it. And then he saw her, and he saw how pretty she looked – of course, she always looked pretty – but particularly today, and he thought of how glad he was that she was here to help him leave. “Nonsense” she said, cutting through everything as she always did “where else would I be today?” His next thought was of
Things that couldn’t be described to the living, which is just as well, cause even if they could be described to the living, they wouldn’t be understood by the living.
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