I’m sitting here waiting for my return flight back down to the lovely state of Florida. Unfortunately, my reason for coming home was a sad one. My grandmother has passed away. She was nearly 91 years old. I’ve been wanting to visit home, but not under these circumstances. But it was still nice to be able to see my parents regardless of the situation. I even got to visit some of my good friends who I definitely miss. Not that anyone likes funerals, I just have this thing that I really really dread funerals. My grandmother took care of me as a child. Both my parents were working hard at their jobs– dad was working 2 jobs at one point in time so the grand parents took care me. It’s pretty crazy as we were flipping through a bunch of old pictures of my grandparents and my mother + aunt. It was funny to see these old pics from 1953 and such. Grandma (as far as I knew) was so conservative and to see her in one of those old-old-school bikini’s was entertaining! But the weirdest part of all was how seeing my grandfather in those pictures with her really upset me. I’m really not sure why it hurt so much. I suppose it could have something to do with the fact that I didn’t really know my grandfather. He passed away in 1981. I was about 7 or 8 yrs old– 1st grade. I remember when he wired up an old 555 timer chip with some LEDs to make them flash and I used that as my science project. I have a lot of memories of my grandfather taking me places. Sure I was upset over my grandmother’s passing. But it just didn’t hurt as much as thinking about my grandfather. From what I understand my grandparents weren’t the happiest of couples, but when they’d go out ballroom dancing they were the happiest couple in the world. My grandmother would brag about how much of a good dancer my grandfather was. Grandpa was the world to me when I was a kid, he always too me places, showed me new things. He was into photography, printing and HAM radios and TV repair. I think it’s because of him, that I got into computers and electronics.
It’s unfortunate my grandfather left us so soon. Leaving my grandmother to fend for herself. But she was one tough cookie. I remember a time grandma and I walked to church, because it was snowing to much to drive. Crazy stuff. I don’t really know where I’m going with all this, I’m just sort of just babbling while I wait for my plane. It was pretty rough standing there in the cemetary. Staring at the urn. Thinking about my grandfather. I stopped by my grandfathers grave. It was hard to see my birthdate on his headstone.
Welp, plane is nearly ready, I should shutdown now. Just had to get this off my chest, i guess?