DJ Arkans at Forbiden City's blog: "My ramblings"

My Pop is my grandfather.  HE has lived a long a fruitful life.  he grew up in hard times during the Great Depression.  He could always make me laugh at the things he did as a child of that era.  He would talk about how hard the times where, how he would help feed the family by hunting with his brothers.  He would talk about how if he missed his shot and wasted a bullet he would get a spanking cause the money for ammo wasnt there, and back then you had to make every shot count.  He fought i World War 2 in the Philipines, a Sergent in the Army Infantry. he fought on the front lines, and defended his country like most of the American men of that era.  Returning home and soon after meeting and marrying my grand mother.  He Worked his whole life.  Some of the Jobs i knew he held,  Sheriff deputy, Oil Refinery worker, Mechanic, Used car salesman, Verterains rep at the unemployment office, ASVAB administrator, Security guard.  He had a lot of hard times in his life.  He was on top of an oil tanker when it exploded, and survived.  Doctors told him he would never walk again, and when he did walk again, they told him he would never walk without leg braces, and he made liars of them again.  He work hard until he was over 80 years old. now at 89 his life is failing, and i am losing the one man who taught me more about being a man than any other in my life.  He was my hero in a lot of ways.  Tomoorow me and the rest of my family are meeting with Hospice, so he can be home when the time to pass on comes.  his kidneys have failed, and he is not talking right, his mind has finally slipped, and i am sad, for I am losing another grandfather whom i love dearly this year.. I only have two, and it seems that I will lose them both, months apart from each other.