re: Man, I really miss my Grandpa..

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I'd love to sit and talk to my grandfather, or even my father again about their good ole days. So much I could learn, and I never did it.

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My paw paw was born in 1919 and died 3 years ago. His mind was as sharp as a tack until about the last year and I saw him at least twice per week. He was a WWII vet and a walking, living, breathing history book.

Mine's been gone for 5 years now. He was the kindest most genuine person I've ever known. My aspiration in life is to literally be half of what he was.

My moms dad died when she was 11. I only have one picture, mom, one of her sisters, my grandparents on the porch and some other relatives to the left They didnt have indoor plumbing or electricity




Moms the blonde curly headed girl. Oldest child of 5

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I really need to get mine talking & record it 
He was hit with shrapnel in WWII & needed surgery, not serious but they wouldn’t let him fight & since 

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Mine fought in the Battle of the Bulge all the way to Berlin. He remembered it well until near his death. He was like a 2nd dad and practically raised me.

That’s why I make it a point to call my gramps once a week. I know I’m lucky to have had him this long and I’m taking full advantage of it. Every time I go down to Houston wether it be for work or visiting, I stay at his house.
About 10 years ago I went to a cousins graduation party with him. After the party we went a bar to shoot some pool with his younger brother and my dad. My dad left after a few and my great uncle left shortly after my dad. My gramps and I just sat at the bar talking about women. Mind you, my grandmother had MS and was confined to a wheelchair for over 40 years of their marriage. And did nothing but work and take care of her without any assistance. A testament to how much of a man this guy is.
We finally leave the bar and I pass out in his truck. The next thing I know, he is shoving me telling me to wake up. I wake up and notice we are in a Denny’s parking lot. I look at him and say, “alright”. We go in, sit down and have a few laughs over breakfast. We end up getting home around 4:30am. I get out and tell the old man, “gramps, your grandson is a pussy cause I just can’t hang with you.” He just looks at me with a little smirk and says, “well, you take after your dad.”
It was just one of those nights I’ll remember forever.

Who are the douches down voting everything?

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Who are the douches down voting everything?

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Some loser who never knew their dad.

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that wasn't my paw paw.

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My old man just knows when to have a good time. He never had any alcohol in the house, or at least I’ve never seen any. My gramps is religious, and I think that’s largely due in part to my grandma.

And yeah, dude isn’t one for being late either.

My grandfathers were gone by the time I was 5 or so. Only a few memories.

Both seemed to burn the candle at both ends and died way too soon before we could do anything that mattered.

RIP