My grandfather passed away on June 30th at 3:25 pm. I flew home next morning to spend some days with my family. My mother, as you can imagine, was pretty sad. And my grandmother-- well, what can I say. They had been married 63 years. I am sure she had many reasons to be sad.
However, we have to say that we were very lucky. He lived 90 very, very good years. He loved to smoke and drink his Cuba Libres while reading his newspaper every single day. He stopped doing that last May when he got worse. He had 8 children, 18 grandchildren, and 11 great grandchildren. He joked around all the time and made everyone laugh. He loved to throw parties and I have been told that he would lock the doors so people could stay longer during his parties and enjoy life with him. And he never spent a night in a hospital in his life. He died at home, in peace, surrounded by his family. Really, really -- what else can we ask for? He had a great life and we were very lucky to have him in our lives.
Messsican living in Austin for the last six eight years because moving here for grad school seemed like such a cool idea. Anyway, it's been tough at times but no regrets. Have always LOVED stories and I am convinced everyone has great stories to tell. Now, voila! Blogs are here and people are sharing their stories. I'm a late comer but I am glad I'm here. And I don’t update very often.
.... and the "plus one" is due to the fact that I am pregnant!
4 comments:
Sorry to hear that, Ale. Sounds like he had a long, full life.
Thinking about you and your family -
E
He sounds like a very happy and fulfilled man. Glad to hear he lived a good life. I'm sorry he's gone though, hopefully the sadness will be accompanied always by the sweet memories of him.
Sorry to hear about your grandpa; he reminds me of mine. Which is why it sucks that I can't go to his birthday this week. He'll be 92.
The good thing is we have the memories to cherish.
Thanks y'all for your kind words.
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