Raegan (transmutable) wrote,
Raegan
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Old Soldiers Never Die, They Just Fade Away

My grandfather died two weeks ago. At the age of 93, while still a loss, his death is was a celebration. A hundred and fifty people came to his funeral. That's incredible considering they haven't lived here long and quite frankly have outlived most of their friends. He was a train engineer, a soldier in WWII (he raised the flag on Iwa Gima, just like they raised the flag on every army base ever) worked for the post office, drove trucks over a million miles without an accident, and played Santa Claus for the entire town of Fond du Lac.

I'm not really in mourning because for the past six years, I've had the same five minutes with him. It doesn't really bother me; it doesn't change the fact he was one of the nicest, gentlest men I've ever met in my life, with a carefully understated sense of humor.

It is, however, literally killing the rest of the Walters.

Literally.

Two days ago my grandmother had a heart attack (minor, she's fine and back home, although disappointed this means our trip North to the Casino Where I Can Gamble has been canceled) and last night my aunt discovered some sort of infection (somewhat less minor, she's on pills and sleeps a lot and makes me wash her sheets and make her bed).

Who wants to take bets on what I come down with?
Tags: drama, illness, walters
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