|Throw a hippie, a redneck and a geek in a blender. Bake at 350 degrees for 29 years and here I am....with three cats, a gecko and a drift car eating all of my money.|
Leather skin..like a potato…the smell of rum and maple mingling with a soft guitar melody….a quiet and content love and enjoyment of each other. Sitting on the back porch, Watching the world slowly waken with us and a mug of coffee. Wisdom, laughter, history….an old indians prayers.
My grandfather passed away march the 6th.. two days before his 82nd birthday.... he was in the hospital for pneumonia, but his blood pressure dropped. they put him on a ventilator, and he stabilized, but he wasnt getting better. i saw him the evening before he died, and i talked to him. he was sedated but he heard me. his head moved, his brows furrowed, and i when i kissed his forehead goodbye i saw a tear slide down his cheek. he knew before i did....
i got a call early the next morning. my uncle was there visiting him--since we stayed in shifts. i pushed my car to her limits-120 was still too late. no one was there. my uncle had left. the nurse told me he had ordered my grandfather taken off the ventilator. no one in the family was told until he was already gone.
i dont visit the graves because my grandparents arent there. they arent husks in the earth, they were a consciousness--personalities and qualities that i cant fathom just evaporating into the nothing.