Twenty-two years or so ago I met a hilarious man in his kitchen. He greeted me with a sloppy wet kiss on the lips and tight handshake. Then he sat me in the living room while he made me an ice cream cone. Of course I ate it, that's my kinda man!
He wasn't my family, he belonged to my boyfriend at the time, it was his Grandpa Bruce...yet I loved him like my own. For twenty-two years he called me Terry not Kerry and made me laugh with his stories and jokes.
Visiting him was always an adventure when we got a chance to get all the way to Prince Edward Island where he lived with his Georgie-Girl. I ate my first raw wiener at his house. There was no say "no" to Bruce when he offered you food and he liked to tell me I needed to eat. So I tried to avoid the kitchen after the first wiener experience. He was quick to open the fridge an pull out the package and hold out a cold wiener to a friend. I am a people pleaser and was totally taken aback so the first time I accepted and politely noshed a bit as to not offend...lucky the pooch Chief was quick to munch what I couldn't finish.
Over the years every second summer we got to spend time with hubbie's Grandparents on our trips east and they got to be part of our boys lives and the boys will always remember them and we have lots of photos to keep the memories alive. Liam has Bruce's firechief hat hanging in his room and will always cherish that.
Today Bruce passed on at the ripe ole age of 98 and he is at peace again with his Georgie in heaven. He will be missed but sadly he last years weren't easy ones for him so this is best. I am happy the oldest boys got to see him this summer and say good bye, as for Ry and I it was the summer before but that is okay as Bruce got confused and started forgetting people in his last days.
I might have shared this image before but I will again as it's the last time I saw Bruce and I love that I have this moment of Ryan just being with him...unaffected by the hospital-like environment. Just chilling with his Great Grandpa.
I really hate we have to get old and have a hard time accepting change and this whole circle of life business most times. It's probably all part and parcel of my mid-life crisis but still it's not fair.
There is always comfort though in the blessing of having a loved one live a long and happy, healthy life and sometimes it's just time to say goodbye and know that one day you will see them again. Hopefully they don't serve wieners in heaven....just lots and lots of ice cream.