re: Saying goodbye

Oh I definitely appreciate and practice the art of dark humor.

I also appreciate the condolences from y’all.

She lived a long life. I celebrate the good memories. How many of y’all can say you went squirrel hunting for breakfast with your Gramma in the hollows of Kentucky, and she killed, cleaned and cooked squirrel and eggs??

I am blessed to have such a great role model in my life. She truly walked the walk.

We just buried my grandfather today. He was my last grandparent. I was very fortunate to spend a lot of time with both sets of grandparents growing up. They all taught me different life lessons that I will never forget. Treasure them while they are here and try to keep their memory alive when they are gone.

It’s strange. I can strongly empathize with you but I never really had a grandparent experience.

By the time I came along both my grandfathers were gone and only my mother’s mother was alive. She was born in 1896.

She was more like an aunt because she lived with my mom‘s stepsister and cared for those kids.

So I never really had any kind of interactive relationship with a grandparent.
I don’t know what kind of Grandfather I would be.

As a younger person I feared death. I wouldn’t want to go to a funeral or even acknowledge if someone we knew had passed.
Then, years ago my granddaddy was very sick in the hospital and was not good at all. I did not want to face it, but I had to go see him. He was weak, not the strong man I looked up to my whole life. I sat and talked to him. All the sudden I wanted him to know what he meant to me. We all got ready to leave as it got late and they told us we had to go. We said goodbye and we’d be back. I was the last one to go to him.
He’d been pretty much non responsive the whole time. I said goodbye and I love you. He gripped my hand hard and gave me the biggest smile I’d ever seen from anyone ever.
They called us about 4 hours later to let us know he was gone, but I already knew.

I no longer fear death. Thanks Granddaddy.

Saying goodbye is important for both people, but it ain’t easy.

My father had a bird poop on him at his fathers funeral. Both the headlights in my car died the night my father died. I got a flat on the way home from his funeral.

Weird stuff like this happens when you say goodbye. Maybe it is a way of saying it isn’t goodbye but see you later. Either that or God has a little twisted sense of humor.