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Aunt Diane, Grandpa and me at Coquina Beach, Florida, 1994 |
My beloved grandfather passed away on October 15th. He had spent a month in the hospital after a fall that broke three ribs and punctured a lung. Complications arose throughout his stay, and he was never able to recover. He was 81.
Most of the family travelled to Florida for his funeral this past weekend. It was a sad occasion, but it was nice to see so many relatives. I hadn't seen most of them in at least a dozen years. My dad's siblings were just as I remembered them, but my cousins had changed, of course. I am the oldest of the grandchildren. My youngest cousin is 10, almost a contemporary of my daughter.
My brother came from Canada, and that was a big comfort to me. I don't see him as much as I would like, and it was wonderful to have time to catch up.
It was also wonderful to see my dad and my step mom, two other people I don't see as much as I would like. My kids loved having them around and it made the sad occasion easier for them. My step mom arranged the hotel for us and helped with other travel arrangements. She made everything easier for us, which I very much appreciate.
Grandpa was a warm and loving person who always looked on the bright side of life. He loved to tinker and to fix things. I loved to hear the stories of his yard sale or thrift shop finds that became useful again after he fixed them. He was very proud of his family, and always praised us for a job well done. He was known for his sense of humor and for his funny expressions, which often involved
spoonerisms. I remember my little sister (she must have been 4 or 5) once asking him why he talked so funny. He then explained what a
spoonerism was and taught us how to use them in funny ways. He was a fart smella, and the world was a better place with him in it. RIP, Grandpa Fred.