A very close friend to the family has spent the last week going through the final stages of life. He left us at about 3:30am this morning. I’ve sat with him and said my farewells, well, more than once because I couldn’t stand to leave his side. And I know a lot of people’s kneejerk responses are “How old was he? 89? Oh, well, there you go.”
I really hate that insensitive crap. It’s as if you shouldn’t be sad because it should have been expected. You’re never prepared for this, whether you think you are or not. He was like a grandpa to Robin and me, and we love him. That’s timeless, and so was he regardless of the vehicle he traveled in (his body).
He was a World War II vet, as well. He’d spent time on the U.S.S. Iowa battleship and the U.S.S. Gar submarine. He’d loved talking about the guns on the battleship and how it was really something when they all went off at once, so last Christmas, we got him a framed picture of that battleship with the guns going off. He cried when he opened the gift. He loved it and spent a good while telling us details about it, pointing out what area he slept in and where he worked. Good times. That evening, he asked me to take a picture of him standing with that hanging up (far left) along with his other pictures, so I did:
Rest in peace, Jim. I’m glad you made it home with your wife and brothers, safe and sound:
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