Saturday, January 31, 2009


It is the 2 year anniversary of Pop's death. He died at home, alone. It saddens me, still, to realize that no one was there when he died. It saddens me more that it took a whole day for anyone to realize there was a problem.

See, Pop had diabetes and didn't take care of himself very well. He wanted to rule diabetes, not be ruled by it so he set the parameters of how he would live his life. He drank, he smoked, and he ate sweets when ever he wanted. Life was going to be on his terms and no one else's. I guess I should admire him for wanting to live life on his terms, but I find that hard to do. I just keep thinking about the things he has missed and the things he is going to miss.

I miss him, grumpiness and all. I just hope that he is in a better place and at peace with himself because I know he wasn't truly at peace here on earth. Luv ya Pop!


Dawn@Embracing the Ordinary Life said...

It is bitter sweet to know that he did not want to succomb to a disease...but yet was taken before his time because of it.

He was loved...and he knows that.

Aunt Spicy said...

What a sweet post...sounds so much like my own dad ;)

What a wonderful blog you have! Thanks for stopping by!

nikkicrumpet said...

I'm sorry you lost your dad. He sounds like a great guy and he had to know how much you loved him!

joanofalltrades said...

Sweet post. Reading about your post reminds me of my granddaddy. Thanks for stopping by my blog.