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I love my wife, my late grandfather and my father. In that order.
My grandfather called me a nickname that everyone uses to this day. A simple man. Retired factory worker and ww2 hero. We never knew he was a hero until after he died. He read only the Bible every day and the local newspaper. He used to walk every day as well. Small town America, where everyone did know and love him.
He died of a stroke but had dementia for the last 10 years of his life.
He was the good kind of dementia victim. If that makes sense. He wasn’t nasty or scared. He knew that he loved me and wanted to see me as often as I could get over to his nursing home.
I took him out every week for pie or ice cream and a ride. The nurses always yelled at him to remember to take his walker lol. He hated it and just drug it around because he didn’t need it but he had to have it. The rules you know.
He and my grandmother were married 65 years. She died of Parkinson’s a couple of years before he did. We just knew he would pass as soon as she did but a funny thing happened. Thanks to dementia, he forgot the loss. We were thankful because he lived for her.
He used to wear Hai Karate and I can smell him even now.
He was 91 when he passed, 15 years ago today. He was my love, my protector, my clown and I miss him but I’m pretty sure I’ll see him again.
Anyone else want to talk about love? Love a cat? A dog? A kid? A car? A bicycle