Monday, May 19, 2025
I had to write a paper about my thoughts on death and dying for a college class a few months ago and I wrote this about my gramps:
I spent time with my grandpa last weekend. He’s 92, and I love asking him about his life. He’s still sharp as a knife. He amazes me. As we sat in the car and talked, he told me about an old friend who he wanted to reconnect with. So he found his phone number and called, only to get an answer from the man's wife telling my grandpa he had just died a couple weeks prior. I could hear a sense of defeat in his voice and it made me sad thinking about how everyone around him is dying. It was almost like he was reading my mind when he announced “I don’t like to talk about death. I want to talk about life and happy stuff- drinking, gambling, and all that good shit. Everybody is dying. I don’t know what’s kept me around for so long. I guess the Man upstairs has something special planned for me. Maybe a big win at Atlantic City”. Yep… that is my gramps. And yes, we go to Atlantic City every year for his birthday.