(I’m reposting this because I recently went to a family party and was thinking about him. It was one of the first parties after he died)
I went to visit my 88 year-old grandfather today. He has Alzheimer’s, lacerated ulcers and gastric lymphoma. He’s dying quickly now. He took a turn for the worse the other day and it’s probably just a matter of days now.
He never had any health problems until the Alzheimer’s got him last year.
A Brief History: He was a great man. He graduated high school when he was 16 and later graduated from college and attained a master’s degree.
He was a farmer, a lobster fisherman and was vice president of a large chemical company before retiring.
His first wife was an alcoholic and treated him, my father and my aunt like pieces of shit. She’s dead now and I never cared. No one shed a tear for her.
He had a second wife and she was an evil bitch. She nearly killed him and stole everything he cared about when they divorced.
After fucking my grandfather over, she had a stroke, was paralyzed for a time and then died. Fuck her too, I never shed a tear.
He was a great husband, father, grandfather and never hurt a soul. He was a gentle man.
I speak of him in the past tense because he is no longer here. His body is on earth, but his mind is gone.
His Room: I walked in to his room and there he was, under his covers with his mouth agape like he was catching flies. His skin has become almost translucent now and he’s starting to resemble a skeleton. Continue reading