On December 31st, my grandpa sadly past away from stage 4 lung cancer.
He was a great grandfather with seven children and many, many grandchildren and great-grandchildren. Unlike any other, my grandpa fought for his life, well technically did whatever my mom, aunt, and meemaw required him to do. He took daily walks and always remembered to take his medicine.
One day, my aunt caught him outside smoking a cigarette, and his words were, “I’m already dying, What can this do?” He was a funny man when he wanted to be, but as he got older, he kept to himself.
Before he was diagnosed with cancer, he was a very hard working man. He always worked two jobs and always tried his hardest for his family.
I was very grateful for my PawPaw. I miss seeing him and hearing him speak my name in a quiet, mumbly voice that somehow always sounded so excited. I miss the mean-looking mug he always had on his face, even though it meant nothing to what he might be thinking.
But mostly, I miss when he genuinely smiled at something and when he laughed.
This is not a long drawn out story on how my PawPaw was so different. This is a little short story on how I miss him so much, and how I wish he was still with us, but I’m glad he is in a better place. This is a written appreciation for him, for one of the best grandpas ever.
I love you PawPaw.