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Aaaand Back to the Grind
7 years ago
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In eternity, where there is no time, nothing can grow. Nothing can become. Nothing changes. So death created time to grow the things that it would kill and you are reborn but into the same life that you've always been born into.
Okay well I'm glad I took that vacation otherwise I'd be having a full on nuclear meltdown. Yesterday morning, at fuck off o'clock, I was greeted with this bit of news "Your great grandpa died this morning...can I borrow some money?" from my mom. Mind you, I worked the previous night on a closing shift, didn't get home till about 2:30 or later that morning and didn't get to sleep until around fucking 4, so that was a pleasant way to wake up (/sarcasm).
A few words about my great grandfather:
He was a veteran of WWII, having retired a Master Sergeant a while after the war. During the war, he was a member of the Army Air Corps before joining the Air Force. I can't remember details about what kind of aircraft he flew on, but he was a meteorologist and I know they did fly-overs over Japan. He did carry sidearms during his service, just in case they were shot down or if anything else happened. He carried an M1911 and, later, a .38 revolver (not sure what kind exactly) but he did get one just like it for personal use after his service.
He was a very religious man as well, which put him at odds with family members of the younger generation (namely my cousins). His first wife, my great grandma, died in 1999 of cancer and in 2001 he remarried. Things were well with that for a while but around 2010, he fell and broke his hip and he was into his 80's by this point. He'd survived pretty much everything that had been thrown at him (he survived a heart condition and operation that docs were sure would kill him). But breaking his hip was pretty devastating as he had to start doing physical rehab, which was very slow going and, making things much worse, his wife pretty much abandoned him and that just really took it out of him and I think he stopped doing his rehab completely.
Last time I saw him was just a couple of years ago, in 2017, he was 95 years old and he had dementia. He recognized me and my brother though and we did have a good visit, though he tired quickly.
My grandma, who passed just last year, was his daughter. We had all been worrying about how to break the news to him but his dementia made it difficult to do that anyways. I see his passing as a mercy to him and everyone else, because we all know that finding out his daughter had died would have destroyed him and he likely would have given up anyways. I'm under the impression that he passed quietly and peacefully.
A few words about my great grandfather:
He was a veteran of WWII, having retired a Master Sergeant a while after the war. During the war, he was a member of the Army Air Corps before joining the Air Force. I can't remember details about what kind of aircraft he flew on, but he was a meteorologist and I know they did fly-overs over Japan. He did carry sidearms during his service, just in case they were shot down or if anything else happened. He carried an M1911 and, later, a .38 revolver (not sure what kind exactly) but he did get one just like it for personal use after his service.
He was a very religious man as well, which put him at odds with family members of the younger generation (namely my cousins). His first wife, my great grandma, died in 1999 of cancer and in 2001 he remarried. Things were well with that for a while but around 2010, he fell and broke his hip and he was into his 80's by this point. He'd survived pretty much everything that had been thrown at him (he survived a heart condition and operation that docs were sure would kill him). But breaking his hip was pretty devastating as he had to start doing physical rehab, which was very slow going and, making things much worse, his wife pretty much abandoned him and that just really took it out of him and I think he stopped doing his rehab completely.
Last time I saw him was just a couple of years ago, in 2017, he was 95 years old and he had dementia. He recognized me and my brother though and we did have a good visit, though he tired quickly.
My grandma, who passed just last year, was his daughter. We had all been worrying about how to break the news to him but his dementia made it difficult to do that anyways. I see his passing as a mercy to him and everyone else, because we all know that finding out his daughter had died would have destroyed him and he likely would have given up anyways. I'm under the impression that he passed quietly and peacefully.
DireWolf505
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Ah, hell.
