I have cried a few times since I found out, not because I grieve the loss of "my grandpa," who I haven't really known for about 30 years, but because I feel sad for my grandma who has been married to him for about 70 years..She also has Alzheimer's (has for about 20 years-)she will likely go in and out of knowing that Earl is dead and forgetting where he is; the people at her nursing home will have to keep reminding her that he's passed away, or maybe they'll just tell her he'll be right back in a few minutes. Or that he's still in the War. That's their business. But I've decided that my business is coming up with some really magnanimous thoughts to say at his still-to-be-created funeral. I don't know who'll organize it; my mom's two brothers might be a part of it...
I've been OK with not having involved grandparents..you don't really need them, right They let me in their camper a few times when I was young...My bigger issue in life has been not really having a very strong mom. And now my issue is having a mentally incapacitated mom; one who I have to explain has lost her father. He's almost died a few times~he had two kinds of cancer after all. I don't know how old he was. 93? His obit isn't in the online version of the Missoulian, but a friend of my mom's called to tell me she'd seen it in the print version.
About 5 years ago my mom made a lovely photo scrapbook album about her family with old photos she had to steal from my grandparents because they wouldn't let her have the photos or the negatives. On one of the pages she had this great photo of her on her dad's shoulders in a lake. She's about 3 to 5?Underneath the photo is a caption taken from a great poem by Susan Ariel Kennedy (SARK) "There was always love--large, raw and imperfect."
I think I'll read this at the funeral. I don't have anything else to talk about. He took me fishing a few times; we used corn, and it really worked.