clavus

I've spent a lot of time on the road lately, and I've had time to think A LOT.

When it comes to dying, Grandpa did it right. About a year before he kicked off, (before he knew that he had cancer) he threw a party. He knew that he wouldn't be around forever, and he basically told everyone "goodbye." He told us all how he wanted his wake to be.

Then, when the cancer came, he died. He died at home. No hospital beds and chemicals giving him a few more days of suffering. He went quick. He went with dignity. He went with me by his side.

He died with the absolute, unshakable faith that he was going to heaven to be with his beloved wife. He knew it as sure as you know the sky is blue. I wish I had that kind of faith.

Fuckin' A, man. It's been years, and I still miss him. He knew how to do everything well, including die. And he knew how to throw a pretty damn good wake.

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