Goodbye, Grandpa.
Date: May 17th, 2007 4:07:58 pm - Subscribe
Mood: mopey
Book I am currently reading: Same as last time.
Rest in Peace, Melvin C. Fowler. You've been in my life for nineteen fun years, and everytime I came to visit you, it was always a blast.
When I was a kid, you always used to try to steal my nose, and when I couldn't steal it back, I tried to steal your nose instead.
The thing I'll remember most about you, though, is bologna.
Yes, bologna.
Whether you were dumping heaps up ketchup on your own helping of bologna, or trying to steal my bologna sandwich, we always had a good laugh about it. (Come on, ketchup on bologna? That's just weird!)
Somehow, I feel I should be sadder than I am, but the past couple of years, you haven't been in the greatest of health so it was sudden, but not unexpected when we got the phone call last night.
Of course I cried, and I'm still upset about you being gone, because for the longest time I thought you were indestructible. Once you started getting sick, though, it sort of hit me that you might not be around much longer. It was weird, though, because every time I saw you or talked to you on the phone, you seemed to be getting better, and I figured that this was just something that you would pull through, like everything else.
I was wrong, though. Just a month before your eightieth birthday, your strength ran out.
You won't get to see me graduate from university, you won't get to see Brent get married, you won't be around when I start having a family of my own... but it's not necessarily a bad thing, I guess.
Because wherever you are now, you're in perfect health, and you have all the time in the world to watch over us, and see our milestones, and yes -- even try and steal my bologna again.
And this time, you'll have all the ketchup you want.
R.I.P. Melvin Charles Fowler, 1927-2007.
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I hesitate to say that you were "taken from us", because deep down I wouldn't believe myself if I did say that. I believe that leaving us was a conscious decision of yours, and I would never blame you. It was your time to go, and you just couldn't wait around anymore, no matter how hard you tried.
So I will miss you, Grandpa. I'm going to try my hardest in life to make you proud.
-M.G.F.
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