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I don't know if this story takes place before or after my sister was born - if it's before, it was when my parents were living with my dad's parents in Philly as my dad looked for working when they had come back to the States after leaving the Navy.
Every night, without fail, my grandpop would come home from work and he'd put on my favorite song. At the time, much to my poor parents distress, I was in love with "Rubbie Duckie" sung by Ernie from Sesame Street and while they hated that song (but still played it) my ever indulgent grandpop would put it on and as I started reaching for him, because I knew what was coming, he would take me out of my playpen and he would dance with me.
Every night to the same song.
I remember dancing with him at his retirement party (it was a crowded house but we managed and I remember it clearly) and he still loved to talk about the first time he'd ever danced with me.
RIP, Grandpop.
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He passed last night in his sleep, comfortable (even though he'd apparently been talking prior through enough morphine to put down a horse - yeah, that's my family for you) and surrounded by his family. I was lucky enough that I had most of my grandparents through my twenties and both grandfather's through my late twenties.
I hate that my family and I have suffered through all these losses in such a short frame of time. I'm tired and I'm going to continue to be tired for a while - all I can do is hope and pray that my Aunt Alice makes it out of the hospital okay soon.
Also, thank you to everyone who has helped me make it through these really, really difficult and shitty weeks. I'm a mess right now, no getting around that, but I would be much worse if it hadn't been for you guys. (For those who might feel the need to call - please do. I'm not really going to be much good talking today but I can return phone calls tomorrow.)
Every night, without fail, my grandpop would come home from work and he'd put on my favorite song. At the time, much to my poor parents distress, I was in love with "Rubbie Duckie" sung by Ernie from Sesame Street and while they hated that song (but still played it) my ever indulgent grandpop would put it on and as I started reaching for him, because I knew what was coming, he would take me out of my playpen and he would dance with me.
Every night to the same song.
I remember dancing with him at his retirement party (it was a crowded house but we managed and I remember it clearly) and he still loved to talk about the first time he'd ever danced with me.
RIP, Grandpop.
~~
He passed last night in his sleep, comfortable (even though he'd apparently been talking prior through enough morphine to put down a horse - yeah, that's my family for you) and surrounded by his family. I was lucky enough that I had most of my grandparents through my twenties and both grandfather's through my late twenties.
I hate that my family and I have suffered through all these losses in such a short frame of time. I'm tired and I'm going to continue to be tired for a while - all I can do is hope and pray that my Aunt Alice makes it out of the hospital okay soon.
Also, thank you to everyone who has helped me make it through these really, really difficult and shitty weeks. I'm a mess right now, no getting around that, but I would be much worse if it hadn't been for you guys. (For those who might feel the need to call - please do. I'm not really going to be much good talking today but I can return phone calls tomorrow.)
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*hugs* Thinking of you, hon. Love you.
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(Also, it surprises me not even a LITTLE that you love(d) the rubber ducky song. :)
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I'm no good at anything but hugging at times like this. I'm really sorry you lost your grandpop, love.
*snuggles*
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