Damn, how lucky y'all are to still have grandparents. I never met my mom's dad, he died when he was 42...I met my dad's father once, when I was 1, he died that same year. My dad's mom was never a real grandmother, or a real mother for that matter. My mom's mom died a few years back from Lung Cancer...damn, how fuckin depressing is that shit? I have my dad's step mom left, that's all, she's been like a real grandma to me for all these years.
Even though she gets on my nerves sometimes, I still have to appreciate everything she says and does because I know one day she won't be there anymore. I can't miss my dad's dad, because my dad said he was a serious asshole who beat him as a child, and even went as far as ramming his head through the wall. But I miss my mom's dad, even though he died 6 years before my existence. Weird how that works huh? That's probably because my dad named the dog after my moms dad, and he always says FRED, he used to call the cats FRED, he used to call everything FRED!! (PS, FRED is short for Fernando). Oh, he also used to call things DERF, because my moms cousins used to call her dad Uncle Derf.
Anyway, I went off on a tangent there, only to tell y'all to appreciate the elders in your lives, because they can go at anytime, just like everybody else you know. When they leave, it sucks, because your parents break down, and they are always supposed to be the strong ones in the family, there to help you and support you...but when their parents go, it switches up. Enjoy everybody while you can, no matter if they're young and dumb, or old and senile...
