Words I feel that he would have shared with us if he could.
"Weary of reading obituaries noting someone’s courageous battle with death, Ralph wanted it known that he died as a result of being stubborn, refusing to follow doctors’ orders and raising hell for more than 94 years decades. He enjoyed vodka, golfing, fishing, phase 10, cars and his family until the day he died.”
"I was given the gift of life, and now I have to give it back. This is hard. But I was a lucky man, who led a lucky existence, and for this I am grateful. I first got sick in [month/ year]. When the cancer recurred last year and was terminal, I decided to be joyful about having had a full life, rather than sad about having to die. Amazingly, this outlook worked for me. (Well, you know, most of the time.) A glass of vodka and a stogie also helped me accept what I could not change. At any rate, I am at peace. And on that note, when i come to the end of the day, and the sun has set for me. I want no rites in a gloom filled room. Why cry for a soul set free? Miss me a little, but not too long, and not with your head bowed low. Remember the love we once shared - miss me, but let me go. For this is a journey we all must take, and each must go alone. It’s all part of the make’s plan, a step on the road to home. When you are lonely and sick at heart, go to the friends we know and bury your sorrow in sharing the good times we had. Miss me, but let me go."
R.I.P. Grandpa!
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