RIP Charles Brinker

i’ll be the first to admit, i don’t have a great relationship with my family.

i don’t keep in contact with them as much as i probably should…

even the ones that i actually have a good relationship with…

and i love my remaining grandparents, and i don’t call them as often as i should… and i only send my love to my grandfather via my aunt…

until today.

because today. . . i found out that my oak tree of a grandfather… the strongest, most stubborn man i’ve ever known passed away…

and i feel horrible… cuz i never took the time to make a simple phone call… ask him how he was… and i always thought i could…

i mean … honestly… i send my grandmother little cards every so often… i don’t call — cuz i don’t like talking on the phone so much… but… i never sent one to him, b/c he’s a guy — and you don’t normally do that for guys…

i should have…

and when i got the message from my mother to call home, i knew something was wrong.

i just kinda figured it was my grandma… i messaged my husband and told him i’d probably need to go to STL this week b/c something was wrong, and it was probably my grandmother… but then my mom called, and … my jaw dropped when she told me…

i even told her that i expected it to be grandma…

all i feel is sadness and regret right now…

i just can’t imagine this man gone…

he was … in my mind… powerful and strong… he had gotten hurt recently but was recovering and doing well…

i mean, of course — you can’t keep him down… he’s like an oak tree…

except … now he’s not…

Rest In Peace grandpa… I love you… i’m sorry that i never took the time to tell you.

 

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I am me. that's really all there is to know. I am still figuring out exactly all that entails, but I think it takes a lifetime to do so...

Posted on April 28, 2013, in Life. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. “Regret for the things we did can be tempered by time; it is regret for the things we did not do that is inconsolable.”

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