Goodbye

My brother, John, couldn't have put it any more simply. This is goodbye.
Our grandfather, Homer Freeman, passed away Friday.

Death is something I deal with differently than most, I would think. It is probably one of the most constant thoughts on my mind. In situations like this, it helps me to deal with loss because I'm always afraid I'll lose my loved ones too soon.

In this particular case, I'm glad my grandfather is no longer suffering. He died in his home, sitting in his favorite chair. The culmination of a wonderful man.

As I look back on the time I spent with him, I wish I could have seen him one last time. Just to let him know if I end up being half the man he was, I'd be satisfied.
He never wanted much for himself, but he did his best to provide for his family, myself included.

This man was beyond amazing, almost blessed by some higher power. He had suffered numerous heart attacks, a stroke, even a broken neck recently. This is all in addition to years of dialysis just to keep him alive.

I remember hearing once he wanted to stick around for my grandmother's sake, but despite what his mind wanted, his body just couldn't keep that promise, maybe the only one he ever broke.

A central figure for my entire life is gone. He was a strong, proud man who spoke quietly, and quickly earned the respect of others.

Now it's your time to sit back and relax, gramps, and watch your grandson do the heavylifting.

Goodbye. I love you.