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Feelings and Seriousness Ah!

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My Grandad died 7 years ago today. I was there when he died, at his house. My entire family was there, minus guardian angel Nana and Courto P who was traveling across Europe.

After battling lung cancer the best he could, we knew it was coming. It was not a surprise.That day we all went to his house for his birthday party. He made fun of me for wearing two different socks.

I said, “How would you know? You’re color blind.”

He laughed and said, “and clearly so are you.”

He called me Miss Britt for the last time. Walked out of the room and that was it.

Just like that, we all sat there in silence. Our trusty leaders were gone. No more Nana and Grandad to hold us all together.

As luck would have it, it would seem that his one last gift to us would be that when he passed, we would all be together at his house. When we lost Nana so young, everyone grieved too hard to realize how much we needed each other.Made us all assess what could possibly be more important than your family?

They would both be so pissed if we all stopped having fun together. If we got “too busy” “too old” or “too tired”

Therefore, every weekend before Christmas

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and 3rd weekend of August

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and other various happy occasions

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We drive around New England to hang out. To play games. To heckle each other. To cheer each other on. To celebrate what my Grandparents created.

 

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Slowly the years have eased the raw pain of losing them, but they will always be missed. Seven years ago today I lost one of my first friends. When I think about him, I can still hear Pink Floyd “Wish You Were Here”

How I wish, how I wish you were here
We’re just two lost souls

Swimming in a fish bowl
Year after year
Running over the same old ground
And how we found
The same old fears
Wish you were here

They played that song at his funeral. Ya, they play pink floyd at his funeral because he was the fucking man.

In the end, I guess I just have to thank the U.S. Airforce for sending my Grandad over to London. Where he met a beautiful British girl, who did not take shit from anyone. Stole her from England and started our family.

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Here’s to never forgetting what’s important.

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One Comment

  1. Katrina

    Uncle Matt and I enjoyed your article. We both laughed out loud!! xo
    I’m so glad they passed down the importance of staying together! Thanks for all you do! xo

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