Angus Cattle Shower
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Today is two years from when Grandpa died. I remember the call yet, one fo the worst things I woudl ever hear. I went in and saw him before he passes away that day, the last thing he said to anyone was, "Alex, take care of that little puppy of yours. I'm going to come out and see him yet." Goign to see himi at the funeral home was one of the hardest things I have ever done, when I wentto hold his hand one last time, Like when I was a kid, the coldness scared me. Going to his funeral, I couldn't say goodbye to him, I just stood there beside him, bawling my eyes out, all I could manage was a small, "I miss you" and a "See you later Grandpa". I couldn't eat anything for a day and a half. The evening of the funeral I got talked into going to the school dance, and after a lot of explaining why I wasnt there the last few days, I danced with most of the girls, but diddn't have the best time, because it was always on my mind. I sat the drive home in tears. I locked myself in my room so I wouldnt have to talk to anybody. If I remember right, the only one person I did talk to that day, was a friend, she called, and I still had the cordless in my room. It made me feel better, but not much.
It was like someone took a piece of me.
Ive been trying to make sure that I would be able to make him proud some day, but I know I will never be hafl the man he was, surviving the depression, and making ends meet when times were hard. He was one of my best friends. We always said we were going to go on an Adventure. On boxing day, we'd always have a little wrasslin' match, because it was BOXING day. We always said we would go hunting in some far off, exotic place. We collected sap from the maple trees to make syrup. We spent the afternoons with him pulling me around in the wagon behind the lawnmower. When I won big in saksatoon at prarieland in '04, he was thefirst person I called. My ribbons went with him. When he was in the hospital, I dropped them off with him. He kept bragging about his "first place" grandson. When I was born, he was so happy because he was the first one to hold his then, only grandson.
I miss you grandpa.
It was like someone took a piece of me.
Ive been trying to make sure that I would be able to make him proud some day, but I know I will never be hafl the man he was, surviving the depression, and making ends meet when times were hard. He was one of my best friends. We always said we were going to go on an Adventure. On boxing day, we'd always have a little wrasslin' match, because it was BOXING day. We always said we would go hunting in some far off, exotic place. We collected sap from the maple trees to make syrup. We spent the afternoons with him pulling me around in the wagon behind the lawnmower. When I won big in saksatoon at prarieland in '04, he was thefirst person I called. My ribbons went with him. When he was in the hospital, I dropped them off with him. He kept bragging about his "first place" grandson. When I was born, he was so happy because he was the first one to hold his then, only grandson.
I miss you grandpa.