#my grandpa

[vigilantkatholixx]

#my grandpa

[the-east-art]

My other grandpa died this year. The relationship with him is in stark contrast with my other grandpa. I grew up with him and learned of his flaws as a person. He always did what he believed was good, but that does not mean his actions were always good. But he was loving. One of the aspects of his passing that haunts me the most is his paintings. My grandpa, at the end, was caring for his wife with failing memory, slowly being overtaken by dementia. It was surely a stressful job, living in the middle of nowhere as he stubbornly did. Once participating in many different communities, especially political ones, he tragically burned many bridges with his hereditary temper and withdrew more and more from society. It was hard not to be afraid of him in some ways, as my politics developed to be progressively more opposing to his. It was easy to stop thinking of him almost as a person. But as we gathered at his house for the funeral, in the basement I found easels and paints and paintings in progress. None were good. Many were imitations of things that seemed good, of cliches. But also many were genuine - the attempt to paint photos of his grandchildren, of his wife. It was genuine and honest in the way that only unskilled artists can be. And it spoke of a desire to fulfill himself in a new way, through art. To find a way to be at peace perhaps with his soul in a way art brings to oneself. He used to paint when he was younger, but stopped at some point. The haunting feeling of the unfinished paintings stays with me, brings me a kind of permanent sorrow. It speaks of a side of him I let myself ignore and be blind to. Rather than attempt to find and harvest.

At the end, as Covid complications claimed him, as his lungs gave out (so filled with liquid and other miasma that they showed up as white on X-rays) he asked my mom if this was the end, in a fearful and sad tone. And the turned to my father before they left, and excitedly told him that he had bought them both new rockhounding tools to go and try to find more fossils in the desert, as they had a few weeks ago.

I miss him also in a way that only a grandchild can, but opposite of my other grandfather. Instead of sorrow at the time we never had, I had sorrow for the time we did and I how I wasted it and let bitterness, fear, complacency still my hands and my words.

#the east writes #rambling #my grandpa #death mention

[emlaux]

Happy birthday Grandpa <3 i wish i could have met you. (21st of november)

#artists on tumblr #my art stuff #my own art #small artist #grandfather #my grandpa #i miss him #im sad okay #happy birthday #anxiety vent #vent tag #personal vent #vent post #vent blog #vent #tw vent #vent art

[aiiaiiiyo]

#My Grandpa #on the streets of Atlanta #sometime in the 1940s. He was a farmer #and all the time I knew him #he only wore overalls. #WTBrooks #oldschool

[bruisedbattered-peachy]

I uh love

Um

James Hetfield from Metallica.

#peachy thinks #it’s bc he’s old #old enough to be my dad #my grandpa #age g4p #age difference #daddy k!nk

[out-of-context-fam]

I invited you to the cool kids table so so now you gotta keep up

#my grandpa #funny quotes #funny #my family out of context #out of context quotes #lol #humor #out of centext quotes #out of context #family #fresh memes #twitter #twitter memes

[kittyoverlord]

Night 5. Spent with my family making latkes and watching Rugrats Hannukah. :)

#happy janice #chanukkahproject #personal #my grandpa

[fallenangels1987]

i will never be over jake lockley unironically using the term meshuggah. boy are you 80 years old

#apologies to any meshuggah fans in chat i just dont know anybody who says it with a straight face and isnt like #my grandpa

[reel-truth]

Happy birthday Martin Scorsese!

#cinema #movies #film #movie #cinematography #cinemetography #martin scorsese #my grandpa #realness

[prankprincess123]

"Well. There's at least seven things I should do today. ...And I'll eventually get some of them done..."

My Grandpa, just sitting on the couch, staring vacantly out the window at the snow

#mood #adhd mood #adhd struggles #adhd family #executive dysfunction #my grandpa #family quotes

[sassenashsworld]

I confess one thing today

I deeply love (of love and respect) Nick Valentine for a reason

Even if it is only an invented character, he have countless points in common with the man who gave meaning to my life (he even run like him!)

October 1st was the birthday of my paternal grandfather

This man, to sum up, was the greatest man I’ve ever known

He adopted my father at the age of 40 and raised him without ever raising a hand on him (for the time in Quebec it is a feat) then I was an unexpected birth (-somehow indesired) and he raised me in turn, at 65 years old

And believe me, I was a special child

He was an illiterate man, he learned to write his name at 50 years

He was immensely religious but in a very serene and peaceful way, very open-minded towards others, capturing only LOVE and TOLERANCE of all the Catholic bullshit

He was only 5ft 4 inches, which was small for a man even in his time and everyone called him Ti-Henri

His mother died giving birth to him and his stepmother reminded him incessantly that he had killed his mother

His aunt eventually adopted him and raised him with her own son

Despite everything, he had only love and patience for others, a lot of understanding, he never held it against anyone and when I asked him about someone who had hurt him or had abused him, he simply replied to me: listen, he/she must be understood" and he explained to me why the other had done this and why they should not be blamed

He died in 1998, leaving me alone in a world that didn’t know what to do with me

I realized that no one would ever love me the way he loved me

My own father even admitted it one day...

My grandfather would have been 106, he died 25 years ago when I was only 15, but I never let go of the 3 most important rules of my life, the three lessons he taught me:

1- If it has to be done and you can do it, do it

2- Always finish what you start

3- There are enough people who do evil, do good

Without him, I know I would NOT be a good person...

I know that many people encounter many hardships in their lives, but at several times I almost passed the dark side... the existence really made sure that I can often

Very often

Satisfy my anger, my revolt, my vengeance

I have so often held the lives of people who have hurt me in my hands that it is ridiculous

With one word, I could have broken them

I had the means

But each time, I remembered how my grandfather never held it...

I have been recognized for my neutrality and fairness

The power to stay calm in the storm, to hear the despair behind the anger, to have a truly deep understanding of true human nature that allows me to find solutions that satisfy everyone

I owe it to him

When he died, this little unknown and vague man, I had the impression that he was receiving a national funeral

People moved from Ontario, down the river, New Brunswick, the United States, all different people, all people who had at one time or another met him, sometime only once, but whose lives he had changed

One small gesture at a time

My grandfather is the very definition of a small gesture, a great good

He knew how to do good, true good

And I hope to continue to have the strength to respect his memory

I love you, grandpa, I’ll always love you

Your love is still my greatest strength, my light in the darkness that sometimes invades me

May your name never be forgotten, may your reign of goodness continue to make waves and make people better

Henri Ouellet

1917-1998

#nick valentine #personal #a small gesture a great good #3 rules #my grandpa #the power of love #every life matters #you are human and he knew that

[marnanel]

I just discovered that my late grandfather was in the crowd that gathered in Milan in April 1945 to see Mussolini's body hanging. He took a photo. We don't have the photo. I wonder whether my aunt does.

Apparently he also went to La Scala to see whether there was an opera on, and there was nobody there, so he went on the stage. I don't know whether he sang an aria to the empty house, but I rather think he did. It was the sort of person he was.

I remember he said, and I have no reason to doubt it, that when his unit passed through Rome he went to the Vatican and asked to see the Pope, and he actually got to talk to the Pope for thirty seconds. I wish I had even half the confidence that must have taken. The conversation went

Pius XII: Where are you from?

Grandpa: Birmingham.

Pius: A very great city.

Also I already told you he won the MC for blowing up fascists, yeah? This is the citation. His bomb didn't go off so he crawled back and put another detonator on it.

When he talks about WWII boot camp in his memoirs, he mentions several times forging passes so he could get out to see my grandma. It's really sweet.

Also while I'm stanning my grandfather: he looked amazing in drag.

#my grandpa #was cool #benito mussolini #was not cool #and was hanged upside down #and serve him right

[ghxstgvrlx]

#my room #home decoartion #apartment #posters #art #vibes #vines #Monet #van Gogh #the doors #Woodstock #Bob Marley #smoker #weed #flower #vapes #records #billie holliday #my dad #my grandpa #my family

[aiiaiiiyo]

#My Grandpa #USN #during the Korean War [1950’s] casually working out on his ship. #lildirtfoot #oldschool

[emozionidinchiostro]

Nonno Gianni che ancora tiene il palco come un giovincello:’)

#sanremo 2023 #my grandpa

[timeladyofbooks]

sometimes i think about the fact that my grandfather’s nickname for me is just a derivative of the nickname he gave to my mother.

sometimes i think about how he loved the little mermaid. and snoopy. and how the month after he died they picked me to play snoopy in our church’s christmas production. and how my mom made my costume because it gave her something to do.

grief is just love in a heavy coat.

#snoopy #what is grief if not love persevering #tw grief #my grandpa #i wish i remembered him more