He passed away precisely how he lived his life. He fought like I’ve never seen anyone fight for anything before. And when it was time to go, he bowed out as gracefully as anyone possibly could have. It was the perfect metaphor.
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“Frankly, I’ve never taken the correlations, between him and myself, any other way than “cute” comparisons. But now, now, it is truly my most sincere privilege to be seen behaving in such a manner to that of the great man, my Grandfather was…”
“Somehow it feels I’m selling his memory short when trying to write about him now. Maybe it is still too soon. But, that said, I’ll probably never be happy with anything I write, concerning him, at least…”
“So not only was it an honor to write those words, it was my pleasure they were spoken. In that context, especially. Thank you, Irene, for signing the entire service to a couple of long time friends of my Grandparents and, especially, for benefit of my Grandfather. But, most importantly, I want to thank, both my Uncle and Mother for allowing me the opportunity to participate…”
“I will always remember her, for rather obvious reasons of course, but, ever more importantly, for the person she had chosen to live her life as. Thank you so very much. ..”
“Those eyes. Contained life. And reminded me way too much of a certain four legged pal ‘o mine named Freddy…”
“Exactly how does that let the government off the hook? Because they put a bunch of half-wits in charge of a job they apparently couldn’t handle? Interesting logic…”
“What I’m getting at is I, as a vegan, don’t taste any less. Why does my food seemingly deserve less effort in preparation? See what I’m saying? If the cook wasn’t tantalized at the dish they prepared, why should I be? Do my attitudes warrant a person to think my preferences, let alone tastes differ from theirs as much as my ethics might?”