Pop also had his garden. Tomatoes, cabbage, cucumbers..all kinds of stuff in there. And they "canned" most of it. Sour Kraut was big.. and Pickles.. I can remember the taste like yesterday..
After my grandmother died, Pop stayed in the house for a while, but then decided to sell it. Dunno who lives there now, but the house looks nice.
He stayed with my aunt for a long time.. and we'd all visit.. my dad would go and hang out with him a couple nights a week. Then he went to a "home" to live (too difficult for my aunt anymore) where there were other "older people".. He had a great time making fun of them.. He was pretty ornery. (ok, and could be a little mean).
I got a call yesterday that he wasn't doing too hot. So they moved him to a nursing home. Dr's said he had about 48 hours to live... I guess Pop was in a hurry to leave because he fell into a coma shortly after and died a couple hours later. Ya, he was ready.
Here's where I am saddened. I was always so busy with MY life to go spend more time with him. Me and the Kid always had something going on, and didn't MAKE the time. We did see him quite a bit, but my heart doesn't feel it was enough. I did speak to him on the phone, but again, not enough.
We aren't here forever. That is a fact. I need to start making the important things count. Make TIME for what is important. I hope one day Pop will forgive me.
"5 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. 6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever. " Excerpt from 23rd Psalm