I love my grandpa
He was a painter, and he isn't my blood. He was a cook in Vietnam. I keep a gold-trimmed paintbrush he was awarded for his post-war work. He married my gma even though she had two children. He was a conservative but he was very kind about it.
He is more my family than my father. Family is who we choose.
[friend acknowledgement]
He was jovial, and he was very good at frying fish. And hushpuppies.
He loved Christmas even more than my gma, which is saying something.
He married her despite them having different denominations. And when it turned out his church was deeply corrupt, he joined hers. Quietly.
[friend acknowledgement]
I mean, sad that he became a Southern Baptist, but this particular Baptist church was relatively cool
I used to sit in bible studies with her church, and they were... interesting. Unironically. Bible study can be fun.
And this particular church joined the schism against the racist portion
Gpa finished wood, and sometimes worked it a little. He had a workshop. More the finishing than the working. It was a nice retirement, from what I heard.
He tried to teach me, but I was distracted by his radio. So it goes.
[friend acknowledgement]
I think I'm done, thank you. The guy deserves a better eulogy than what the church gave him. I stood up during the service - ah heck, here I go - and told the story about how I stole some ice cream, and he paid for it and taught me not to take advantage of workers.
That's it, now I'm done.
Friend:
oh wow
he seems like he was a good person
Rolan7 — Today at 10:22 PM
Despite having shit political opinions, yeah. He was a good guy.
Friend:
i can see why you care about him
Edit: This was a few years ago, I just felt... I don't know, that he deserved a better eulogy than his shit church gave him.