So it appears that some fucker put something in the paper about grandpa's death! His wishes was for none of that. Nothing in the paper, no viewing, no funeral, no nothing. He just wanted to be cremated, and put in the Vet's Cemetery. Why do people always have to make it about them and what they want? Is there no respect for our ancestors anymore?

You the sex is good when you can't find your underwear afterwards.

Today we placed Grandpa in the wall at Veterans Cemetery. Very few people there, the way he wanted it. Just me, mom, grandmom, mom's best friend, and Uncle Dave (who was grandpa's brother by choice not by blood, like me and David). Talking to grandmom, I realized how like my grandfather I am. Simple men that try to lead good simple lives. I was ( Read more... )

....for completely making me feel like shit for being completely overwhelmed, unfocused, and useless because my fucking family is slowly dying around me. I will try to do better at handling that.

Merle Soper
June 30, 1932 - November 2, 2009
Husband, Father, Grandfather, and Great Grandfather
Korean War Vet

Thank you for your service, and thank you for all you provided your family and friends. We will miss you.

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I don't know that I can actually put into words how I feel right now. Overwhelmed just doesn't seem to really explain the weight I feel at this very moment. Thank the gods I am not Atlas, for the world would fall. I want to cry, I want to crumble, I want to punch something in the face, but I can't. I just can't...

I am sitting here with so much on my mind, so much on my heart, and so much on my shoulders I just want to buckle and fall...but I won't. I wish I had the gift of words to express everything that is going on inside of me. The fear, the pain, the hatred, the desire to tap out, the helplessness...

Somedays I feel like Atlas......

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