As some of you may know, my grandfather recently passed on. He was a great man, and he will be missed. He was a genius of sorts, a farmer and a poet and an inventor.
He was such a good man. He died on the anniversary of his and my grandmother's 65th wedding. Now, I think that's romantic.
His passing has brought so much family to my home, and it's kind of a shock for my brother, father and I. My brother hasn't been involved yet, I don't think he can quite do it. I asked him to do a song with me at the funeral, and he just didn't think he'd be up to it.
I think this is the way grandpa would have wanted it though. We're all happy and telling stories about him.... This is the way it should be. I have cousins from California here, and aunts and uncles from Florida and Maine. And... weirdly enough, it's fun.
At the funeral tomorrow, I feel like it's not going to be very somber. He was too much of a person for people not to soak in all the life and love that he had. I mean, the man was 86. He saw so much.
He and my grandmother saw every single state in the U.S. at least once. He farmed for years and had four children, nine grandchildren. He could play the harmonica with his nose, play the saw, whistle like a bird. He had so many pets I can't even count them all. Everyone who saw him couldn't help but love him. He will be missed.
Goodbye, Grandpa. I love you.
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