yes, let's toast (after all, he loved his beer):
To all those grouches 66+ with such a severe aversion to "quacks" that they only visit a doc when it's too late *facepalm*
And another one to stubborn grouches!
A toast to grandpas.
Cheers! He taught me how to cook meatballs in caper sauce (in return he loved my cheesecake). The kind of guy who'll answer "a pack of undershirts" if asked what he wants for his birthday!
At this rate we'll drink ourselves into a stupor, but that's alright, I guess. I need to get rid of this eulogy in my head ... *squeeze tear glands* "I want to break free"(Queen) *squeeze tear glands* "Imagine"(John Lennon) *SQUEEZE tear glands* "Words" (Bee Gees)
The poor girl isn't at fault, she was just hired for the job and did her best for someone she never even met. *toast* But this was a hired eulogy for someone who refused to wear a brand-new winter coat (all through winter, for pete's sake!) because his old flimsy jacket "is enough". (Enough for what?)
You probably would've liked this grandpa, though smoking with him always ended in the vulture-rountine from dumbo. "So, what are we gonna do?" "I don't know, you tell me"
My deepest condolences and prayers with you and your family be strong he still lives in the wonderful memories he left you with and most likely he's watching over his legacy and even if you can't see him his present will be there.
Thank you for your kind words, have a toast with us! He'd have liked that, since he had to refrain from alcoholic beverages since his diabetes diagnosis 4 years ago. And let's take a big big bite from some creamy shortcake - for all his grouchiness he had a sweet tooth like you wouldn't believe!
Sounds like great grandparents! *salud*
Cheers to a wonderful life well lived
Thank you all for your kind replies and the toasts for "Grandpa Ebi", really, thank you.
I'll head off to bed now, my eyes prolly look like 33 tomorrow morning, but it's a holiday anyways so I'm free to look as ridiculous as I want.
So, have a safe trip Grandpa Ebi, I guess you're helping Petrus rewire heaven's gate right about now (once a electrician, always a electrician)
Tomorrow we're gonna fix our crowns, place your picture on the cupboard and sing in the lifeboats.
Sorry to hear of your loss. Big hugs.
wow and to think i just read one of Voltaire's work for class last week. Never ever would i have imagined to see someone mentioning it on a manga website, a yaoi manga website to boot
Thank you very much, I really (- no joke) appreciate digital hugs; I've hugged and comforted plenty of people in the last weeks but when my husband hugged me yesterday (when passing by) I suddenly started my personal waterworks. So thank you!
The whole situation closely resembles a shipwreck; survivors scattered here and there and noone is yet able to sing. That he visited a doctor last year around september because of heavy pains in his back and legs and was send home with an OINTMENT (though the pain probably originated already from bone metastasis) made us horribly frustrated now.
Surely this isn't the right place to put out my own "lament for the dead", but .. how do I say this? Here I can write what I think without offending those of his family who've got a different approach and viewpoint.
And classics and yaoi aren't incompatible at all (in my opinion) - like Goethe's "Werther" needs a Dj. Maybe then he'll get rid of his anxieties.
Since Voltaire seems to know what he was talking about:
Farewell, Father-in-Law. Have a safe trip to wherever you were headed after breathing your last. You've been an awesome grandpa, an admirable father (of 4!) and an undefeatable grouch (though you melted to a puddle once your grandchildren asked for sweets). There are plenty of things I would've rather done today than attend your funeral, but it's been an honor to be your daughter-in-law, so we endured the awful eulogy, the rain, snow and hail. (I swear I could hear you cursing "this shitty weather!")
I guess you've been delighted that they played your favourite music, though I almost spit out my teeth when "I want to break free" rang through the ceremonial hall (I couldn't help envisioning Freddy Mercury in his maid-outfit with the vacuum cleaner and had a hard time keeping a straight face)
So, have a safe trip. Or as you always said (on whichever day of the week): "Have a good weekend!"
I'll miss your grouchiness, your awful coffee, your fluffy pancakes and the way you looked at my children as if they're a gift from heaven.
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To those who feel annoyed by this off-topic message: my bad, I just needed to get rid of this, just ignore it.
To everyone else: just take it, as if I had requested "slice of life", "drama" and "tragedy". And yes - I already got it.