I just got news that grandpa passed away. I just recently found out he was diagnosed with terminal cancer. I think I might actually be the last person in my family (parents + siblings) to actually have seen my grandpa when I was a freshman or sophmore in college. Though I am saddened by this news, I didn’t really know my grandpa that well. To me, he was just a jolly old man as I can recall.
There has always been a misunderstanding between my dad, and my dad couldn’t find it in himself to forgive grandpa for the longest time. When he heard about grandpa and his diagnosis, he was heart broken and even decided to go see him for the last time after probably almost 10 years now.
I can’t say I can understand what my father is going through right now, but I know how much it must be hurting him. After all these years, he’s finally decided to forgive grandpa, and grandpa leaves a step too early. I recall when I was young, and my dad would play dead. I actually fell for the trick multiple times. He actually got me believing that if these little warts on him popped, he would die. I remember crying for the longest time because my dad wouldn’t move, and when he woke up, I was the happiest little boy on Earth.
Unfortunately, it appears this story won’t have a happy ending.
Goodby Grandpa.