It's been quite a bit of years and past a decade since my grandfather "Pop Po"Richard and sometimes known as Dick Ruth passed away in the morning. And it's nearing a decade for my great grand father that I called Grandpa Great and yes as a child I gave them a bit of a nickname. I always called Grandpa by Pop Po, we all do that sometimes when we're young and it just sticks with us. And I always called my Great Grandfather who served as a Doctor in the Korean War and helped anyone that was wounded. But I will let you guys know something that is very odd about this day. In 2005 on March 5th in the morning my Grandfather went out to do his usual farm duties, but it rained the night before and the problem that happened was. The ground was all muddy and if you drove in the mud before it's hard to get anywhere unless you're used to it sometimes. But what happened was the tractor got stuck and when he tried to move forward the front end went up and he decided to jump off and what happened was the front tire landed on his chest. And crushed his ribs it was a while before his girlfriend or second wife. (Yes both my grandma and grandpa got divorced when I was still young because of his drinking.)

But by the time the tire pushed down on his ribs it was slowly killing him and it was kinda too late already but when they finally got it off him he passed away I think it was. I remember my grandma crying over the news of her ex husband's death and we all loved him. My youngest brother never would remember either of them because he was too young at the time but I rode on the tractor with him and one of the happiest times of my life as a kid was with my grandfathers. But as for my Great Grandfather, he died in the afternoon. Same day, two years later in 2007. Odd isn't it? Losing two grandfathers was a bit weird since it was the same day, later on in the day but two years apart from each other and what happened with him was. My Grandma Great was in Texas with him visiting family there.

But what what happened was he started to have a medical problem, I think it was a stroke, but I don't really know for sure. But he had diabetes and knee surgery because I'm going to need it too because of of a bit of a chance the curse of having bad knees was passed down over the years. Only one way to find out when I'm older but he died in the afternoon and was taken off life support. Because he was going to be on machines for the rest of his days and it was her decision. I wouldn't want to be on life support since even if my mind wasn't there really, it would be too much to see my loved ones see me suffer by staying alive and making them suffer at the same time.

But what I find this a little bit more odd and kinda sad in a sweet way because me and him made models together from the kits, painted and I loved spending time with him, showed me how to make paper air planes, even if he couldn't really walk right. I even was a bit into how the stitches in his legs were just looking at them and just thought it was neat in a curious way. (I am still an odd ball even today.) But he asked, "Bryon? Where's Bryon? Where is Bryon?" And he was all the way in Texas where he died and his body was transported here in Iowa, but I didn't even find this out until she got back a few days later I think it was. And he did find out that I was still at home, going to school and this is something they did after and whenever it was a good time visit them for a week or so.

But at the time I was at 10 - 12 years old. I'm glad I had the time I did with them and will never forget my Pop Po or my Grandpa Great. I still miss them everyday, we all do. But when you have to go you have to go. But just wanted to share that with you guys since besides that I had to work and go to dinner and see each other for a bit and whenever we can we'll see each other as a big family together or even go visit for a few or more hours and come home late at night.

Other than that I'll be buying a few commissions or plan on to from  Art_Fox_Ninja because like  Hatarla with needing a bit of help because of problems going on personally and rather not be forced onto the streets. So go check her out they're only $15 and I just love helping people. I even wanted to become a Doctor when I was a kid, or even a Vet just helping others I've always looked up to my Great Grandfather as a bit of a hero, just helping anyone and even was a Foster Parent with my Grandma Great.

They had $50 dollars to spend for them and were able to spend $150 because they needed clothes since they didn't really have much to begin with when they came, but they did keep in contact for a long while after they grew up and were taken care of and I don't think they could ever really thank them enough for doing something that not very many Foster parents are willing to go out of their way. Other than that hope everyone will have a great Easter. (I know it's a while a way but just saying it ahead of time.) Take care. ^-^ - Bryon