Thinking back on what I just posted, and what others have posted about family/friends, it still seems like yesterday that I lost all 4 of my grandparents.
Being the oldest of 3 kids, (sis is in the middle (30) and due to have her 1st baby on Father’s Day; bro is (24), and is engaged to a very lovely girl! (A Hottie, if you ask me!); Wedding is set for next August), I still hold fond memories of what both sets of grandparents did w/ me.
My dad’s parents used to take me to the then ConRail Yard here in DeWitt NY to watch the ‘hump’ in action. (As you can tell, trains have been in me since about 5 or 6, and I’m 33 now.)
My mom’s parents, well they tought me how to play poker, amongst other things.
I was in 11th grade (April/May 88), and can remember walking up the sidewalk to our house after getting off the bus from school. I saw my dad sitting on the wall (only about 2-3 ft high) along the driveway and wondered why he was home so early. My sis had just gotten home as well and our father had us sit and join him on the wall. That’s when he broke it to us about his mother (heartatack).
As the months went on, his father’s health went downhill and they ( He’s the middle of 3 kids - older bro, younger sis) decided that he had to go into a nursing home (Feb/Mar 90).
As fate would have it, (Apr 90), my mom’s father had a brain anurism (sp, again) and died at the hospital a few hours later. My last surviving grandmother, came to live with us (summer of 90)
I was fortunate to see my father’s dad at the home (Jan 91) about 6 hrs before he left us.
I joined the Marines in Sep of 91 and left for Boot Camp in Jan of 92. My mom (only child) had to make the toughest decision a only child could have…sending her mom to a nursing home.
After spending a few years stateside while in the Marines, I was finally given orders to Okinawa for a 1 yr tour (Dec 94-Nov 95). I returned from there, and ask