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My Grandfather
Sep. 23rd, 2004 07:01 pm
Last Saturday, my grandfather passed away. Last Tuesday, we buried him. Since then, I’ve been trying to come to terms with his passing, and to articulate what it is I’ve been feeling. I have to wonder if maybe it’s because my grandfather was such a private man—his business was his business and you didn’t discuss his business, but I have a hard time trying to put it into words.
But something in me is driving me to put it down anyway. His life was both remarkable and yet unremarkable. No newspaper outside of the local ones carried his obituary. No news crew did a special on him. It wasn’t broadcast on ABC, CBS, or NBC. It wasn’t carried on CNN . And yet, he is remembered and ought to be remembered because he touched so many lives, just because he existed. And so, with difficulty, I am trying to remember him so that you can remember him. I apologize in advance, because I certainly am not able to do him justice.
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But something in me is driving me to put it down anyway. His life was both remarkable and yet unremarkable. No newspaper outside of the local ones carried his obituary. No news crew did a special on him. It wasn’t broadcast on ABC, CBS, or NBC. It wasn’t carried on CNN . And yet, he is remembered and ought to be remembered because he touched so many lives, just because he existed. And so, with difficulty, I am trying to remember him so that you can remember him. I apologize in advance, because I certainly am not able to do him justice.
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