Sorry to interrupt the parade of perversion....
I had a job interview today for a Loss Prevention Investigator with Home Depot (The company I worked for, before the job I just lost). It went really well as far as I could tell, I hope to hear back with good news soon. But I called my Mom and Dad to let them know how it went, and they gave me some bad news. Apparently my Uncle Rick, who's in NC with my Granparents called them this morning, and told them that they didn't expect my Papa (Dad's Dad, my favorite human on earth) to live through the day. I called Papa's number at the home, and Rick answered. He gave the phone to Papa after trying to explain who it was calling, Papa's rapidly failing, and to boot he's on huge doses of pain medication. He knew who I was, and I told him repeatedly just how much I love him, and how much he means to me, on the verge of tears. I had to let him know one more time... You don't alway get that chance. My other Grandpa, who I was nowhere near as close with, died of a sudden massive heart attack. I never got to tell him anything, we hadn't seen each other or spoken in years. I wasn't going to let that happen with Papa. I tell him all the time that he's my hero, but it was just important to me to say it again. He told me when we spoke that there was just much more "unknown than known" right now, and that it was all confusing. I replied that the one thing I did know, that if there's a heaven, he'll be going straight there, and be welcomed by everyone there. That's for sure. Papa has always been a devout Irish Catholic, in the best way. Never judgemental, holier than thou, or closed minded, but open, forgiving, accepting and loving. All the things Christians are supposed to be, none of the things that make so many Christians maddeningly hypocritical. He lives a life of leading by example. I don't think I'm going to get anymore chances, but now I know that he knows how much I love him. I'm going to miss that man so much. The world is a better place with him here. I'm going to miss his wonderful barrel-chested hearty laugh.
Papa in San Diego 2001, with Grandma Peggy sneaking in for a kiss.
I had a job interview today for a Loss Prevention Investigator with Home Depot (The company I worked for, before the job I just lost). It went really well as far as I could tell, I hope to hear back with good news soon. But I called my Mom and Dad to let them know how it went, and they gave me some bad news. Apparently my Uncle Rick, who's in NC with my Granparents called them this morning, and told them that they didn't expect my Papa (Dad's Dad, my favorite human on earth) to live through the day. I called Papa's number at the home, and Rick answered. He gave the phone to Papa after trying to explain who it was calling, Papa's rapidly failing, and to boot he's on huge doses of pain medication. He knew who I was, and I told him repeatedly just how much I love him, and how much he means to me, on the verge of tears. I had to let him know one more time... You don't alway get that chance. My other Grandpa, who I was nowhere near as close with, died of a sudden massive heart attack. I never got to tell him anything, we hadn't seen each other or spoken in years. I wasn't going to let that happen with Papa. I tell him all the time that he's my hero, but it was just important to me to say it again. He told me when we spoke that there was just much more "unknown than known" right now, and that it was all confusing. I replied that the one thing I did know, that if there's a heaven, he'll be going straight there, and be welcomed by everyone there. That's for sure. Papa has always been a devout Irish Catholic, in the best way. Never judgemental, holier than thou, or closed minded, but open, forgiving, accepting and loving. All the things Christians are supposed to be, none of the things that make so many Christians maddeningly hypocritical. He lives a life of leading by example. I don't think I'm going to get anymore chances, but now I know that he knows how much I love him. I'm going to miss that man so much. The world is a better place with him here. I'm going to miss his wonderful barrel-chested hearty laugh.
Papa in San Diego 2001, with Grandma Peggy sneaking in for a kiss.
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