When someone dies just know they are at peace an always will be. Never again will they have to deal with the trials and tribulations of life here on this earth. I find comfort in not thinking of it as an ending but as the beginning of a brand new chapter. Unfortunately you will not know what death is like until it happens to you, and then you can't tell anybody about it. I think of that as Gods gotcha moment.
I have seen a whole lot of people that I don't remember but they remember me. When I look confused the all say "I could never forget you Andrea". I don't know if this is good or bad or a little of both.
Tomorrow is the funeral and Charlie (my uncle) is going to tell stories as a eulogy. Grandaddy was a really funny guy, if you didn't get to meet him read "Something Hit the Cotton" it is a humorous autobiography. My father took a cues from him on boyfriends. He didn't learn their names until they were around for at least 6 months. Then he called them the wrong name on purpose (trying to get a rise out them?) more likely to show them they need to earn his respect. That was hard. Grandaddy did not like being kissed by his grandchildren which seemed a little cold until Dad put it in perspective. He comes home from a long day of dealing with whiny kids, (Being a pediatrician) sit s down outside with a drink and friends trying to shrug the day off and some little snot nose kid come and slobers all over you. I think I respect him for that.
I remember when I came to 90th birthday as a surprise. I had not seen him move so fast in years. I was flattered. Of course he apparently wore himself out with the effort and gout and had to sit for the rest of the time we were there. I remember his laugh, his hugs, above all his unyielding support. I remember the time he took one of my boyfriends out on the golf cart and showed him around his property. I think he just wanted to get to know him. His name was Joe so Grandaddy called him Marvin or Herbert or Billy.
When Grandaddy met Michael he immediately called him by his correct name and seemed pleased that I found someone that was not only willing to but excited about sharing the rest of my life with. That day I found out that Grandaddy was scheduled to storm a beach in the war but we dropped a bomb that saved his life. That bomb saved ALL our lives because he did not have children yet. See Told you God has a plan and everything happens for a reason.
I have seen a whole lot of people that I don't remember but they remember me. When I look confused the all say "I could never forget you Andrea". I don't know if this is good or bad or a little of both.
Tomorrow is the funeral and Charlie (my uncle) is going to tell stories as a eulogy. Grandaddy was a really funny guy, if you didn't get to meet him read "Something Hit the Cotton" it is a humorous autobiography. My father took a cues from him on boyfriends. He didn't learn their names until they were around for at least 6 months. Then he called them the wrong name on purpose (trying to get a rise out them?) more likely to show them they need to earn his respect. That was hard. Grandaddy did not like being kissed by his grandchildren which seemed a little cold until Dad put it in perspective. He comes home from a long day of dealing with whiny kids, (Being a pediatrician) sit s down outside with a drink and friends trying to shrug the day off and some little snot nose kid come and slobers all over you. I think I respect him for that.
I remember when I came to 90th birthday as a surprise. I had not seen him move so fast in years. I was flattered. Of course he apparently wore himself out with the effort and gout and had to sit for the rest of the time we were there. I remember his laugh, his hugs, above all his unyielding support. I remember the time he took one of my boyfriends out on the golf cart and showed him around his property. I think he just wanted to get to know him. His name was Joe so Grandaddy called him Marvin or Herbert or Billy.
When Grandaddy met Michael he immediately called him by his correct name and seemed pleased that I found someone that was not only willing to but excited about sharing the rest of my life with. That day I found out that Grandaddy was scheduled to storm a beach in the war but we dropped a bomb that saved his life. That bomb saved ALL our lives because he did not have children yet. See Told you God has a plan and everything happens for a reason.
where can you get a copy of te book Something Hit The Cotton by Dr. Sam Garner
ReplyDeleteBrent,
ReplyDeleteI will talk to my aunt about where you can get a copy. It is not officially published so I might need to actually send you a copy.
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