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grandpa on my father's side

OklaMoni
8 years ago

I was only 6 when my grandpa died. He was a quiet man, that
actually played with us kids. But there is really nothing
outstanding I remember about him.


Grandpa had chickens, and bunnies, and a huge veggie garden. Or,
at least, it seemed huge to me as a kid.

Grandpa and my dad were butchering doves (which an uncle of mine
raised) the day he died. This was also my youngest sisters birthday.

Had a heart attack, while on the john that evening.

I distinctly remember dad bending down over the coffin... looking
for a sign of life. A breath, a movement, something.

Then during the service so many relatives cried... and then I was
appalled at the fact, we were supposed to drop a shovel of dirt on
the closed coffin in the grave.

YIKES, what about bugs?

That was the day I knew, I would never want to be buried. It was
years later, when I found out about cremation and decided this was my
option.

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