I've been meaning to tell you guys this for a while now. It's sad. So just listen up.
I have gotten better, and have tried to sound excited in all of my posts.
But on June 4, 2010, my last day of school. My Grandpa died. I call him Poppi though. So if you see the name Poppi, you'll know that that is my grandpa. Anyway, when I found out Poppi died, I didn't like it at all. I admit, that I screamed, yelled, and just bursted out screaming, yelling, and crying all at once into my pillow. I needed to get it all out at the same time. So, I did. When I stopped crying, I didn't want to cry anymore. I was, and am VERY sad, but I don't want to cry all the time even though I feel like crying, I don't. (Very Often). I have been saying "Family Tragedy" in previous posts, because I didn't feel comfortable about typing this, yet. So, anyway, it's been about two and a half weeks since Poppi past, and almost two weeks since his funeral. His funeral was hard. VERY, hard. (B.T.W, I'm getting all the sad stuff out first). I didn't go to his viewing, because I knew that if I did, I wouldn't remember him the same. I wanted to remember him with his little comb-over, and the three hairs on his head. :) But anyway, while I was walking in the church for his funeral, I knew I probably couldn't take it. I didn't want to believe he was dead until I saw the casket. When I heard the oregon playing, and I saw people sitting in the church, family, friends, everyone who loved Poppi... and I saw the casket. Laying there with such beautiful flowers, with Poppi's picture beside it... I knew he wasn't there. I cried, and was probably pretty loud, too. Because everyone kept coming over to me, even people that I didn't even know.
The funeral went by, and for a funeral, it was a dang-good one. :)
I know Poppi is always with me. I will NEVER forget him, and how he looked.
At my Grandma and Poppi's house, (IM STILL GONNA CALL IT GRANDMA AND POPPI'S HOUSE!) there is Poppi's office. That I love to go in, and look at everything. His U.S. Navy pictures, his little model car collection, and most of all, (this might sound weird) there is this special cologne he wore, and I just love smelling his shirts that he last wore. They smell like Poppi. THAT'S the BEST part. Besides his sign that reads:
JOURNEY-The bend in the road is not the end in the road, unless you refuse to take the turn.
I love that saying.
MY FAVORITE MOMENTS WITH POPPI! :) (these ought to be good!) :)
One time, Poppi was in the hospital with his brain tumor, and the nurse brought him orange juice and food. And Poppi took a big gulp of orange juice, spat it out, and said "Needs More PULP!" it was so funny!
Also, I always wondered how Poppi got his big cheeks... well, I found out! I'd look over at him, and most of the time, Grandma would be laughing with him, slapping him (in a joking way) and pulling his cheeks. That's how he got his cheeks! I think I take after his cheeks.... I have big cheeks. :)
Most of the time, Poppi ate oat squares, orange juice, and tomatoes. :)
I love my Poppi.
I LOVE YOU POPPI!
HAVE A GWEAT NIGHT!!!!!!
VERY NICE
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