Most everyone who reads this will not have met him, but just know that he was a great man who will be missed by many. Now most of the time when someone passes there is a lot of sadness and depression, but my grandpa's passing was a lot different, at least for me. (By the way, I always called him PawPaw, and that's how I will reference him for the rest of this post, as will the majority of my family forever.)
Long before PawPaw passed away we had a talk about life and death, and how he was ready to pass whenever his time came... That conversation really prepared me for what happened, but it was surprising how well I was able to handle it all. I figured I was going to put on a happy face, crack a few jokes, and when I was alone break down uncontrollably, but the break down never came. If anything, I was happy. Now I know it sounds weird to think of someone's death as a time of joy, but this is the one time in my life where it was true. My grandfather had led a long long life, full of joy and pain, of triumphs and failures. He had traveled the world and created a family, survived threats both physical and mental, and was an all around incredible person who had the unique ability to consistently keep me grounded in reality and encourage me to follow my dreams to their full potential at the same time.
Honestly I have been trying to write this post about how amazing he was for weeks now, but I don't think that anything that I could ever write would be a proper enough tribute to him. Luckily, he solved this problem for me long ago by taking the following picture:
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Now that's worth much more than a thousand words.
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And I think I'll just leave it at that.
Very fitting tribute! Well done, friend. <3
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