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It was really weird because my son did not really get the chance to know my grandfather very well.
Still, at school, he draws this (kind of morbid) death imagery on a card. It was all stick figures in the ground with gravestones up top. That was a bit odd. But then the writing on the inside this was a sweet goodbye.
I just wish I had a little emotion left for my friends now. I just can't muster emotion for someone I knew pretty well for two years even if it was a 'Net relationship.
I grew up in my granfather's BBQ restaurant. I worked on his farm.
I am a Democrat because of that man.
He once told me, "A Republican son don't care about no one but the rich man."
I have never seen anything in my life to make me think different.
My work ethic. My politics. My education (he paid my tuition and I had to work my way to pay for everything else)
Shit, just about everything I am was because of my grandfather...
Fuck I am just rambling..
The deaths of my friends are like running me straight back to the sadness for my grandfather.
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