Viewing

Today, we went and viewed my Grandpa's body at Robertson-Drago Funeral Home (I say "body" because that's what it is to me. That's not my Grandpa. That's just his physical form or rather was his physical form.). Even though there was no life in his body, the staff of the funeral home did a fantastic job preparing the body. My Grandpa's body had endured much trauma over these past few years. His body was bruised by all of the poking and proding the doctors and nurses had to do. His skin was very thin. His nails weren't in the best shape either. Saying all of that, the staff did a tremendous job making sure the evidence of trauma was hidden. It almost resembled my Grandpa. However, there were some things that needed my Grandma's touch.

My Grandpa was a man that had a certain style. He ALWAYS wore peral-snapped western shirts with the 1st two buttons unbuttoned, and his shirts were always untucked. However, my Grandma made sure he left the house with his shirt tucked in. His jeans were always Levi's, and my Grandma ironed his jeans with a crease down the middle of the pant leg. He never wore undershirts. His hair was ALWAYS slicked/oiled back.

My Grandpa's body will be buried wearing a brand-new tucked in pearl-snapped Western shirt (1st two buttons unbuttoned), pressed Levi's, slicked hair, and one of his hats that says "World's Greatest Grandpa".

Tomorrow, I will say my last good-byes to his body. I know it will be hard for me because as I'm typing this, tears are rolling down my cheeks. However, I know he's not in any more pain. He's in Heaven. He's with loved ones. Even though he's physically not here with me, he's not far from me because he's still in my heart. I LOVE YOU GRANDPA!