It has an elephant on it, so I guess that makes this anthro related.

We buried my grandpa today. We did this thing we were put something that reminded us of him into his casket.

Two fun facts about my Grandpa Harris: he loved knives and he loved elephants. The knives I could kind of understand. He was a good o'l Southern boy and he grew up tough (among the many jobs he held, you could put street fighter down), but the elephants, that one I never figured out.

Maybe an appreciation for Dumbo? Who can say, but he loved them. So when I found this knife in a flea market, I knew he had to have it for Christmas 2019. Unfortunately, he had his accident in August 2019 and never really recovered from it. He 100% did not like being the hospital or in the retirement village for physical therapy. Ergo, giving a knife to a man that loved a good brawl, was confined to a ward for his recovery, and had dementia, probably not a good idea.

I decided to wait til July, his birthday, to gift it to him. But last week, we lost him. I don't really like using that word "lost" though. He was worn out and had just recovered from what the doctors thought was a bought of pneumonia. The docs gave him two weeks to live. I imagine he was ready to go. So, he just went. He was being shaved Friday morning and according to the hospice worker, he just stopped breathing. I would have preferred he went at him, but at least he went easy.

I put this knife and case in his casket, among the many other items (Coronavirus rules dictated that it just be immediate family). I was worried with all the stuff in there, it would have been so heavy we'd of dropped the casket. I'd like to think he would have gotten a laugh out of that. And then kicked my ass.

Godspeed, grandpa.

On a side note, a third thing he absolutely loved was Chinese food. If I was clever enough, I would have swung by Forbidden Garden, gotten some combo fried rice, and put that in there too,