On July 4th, 2016, my grandfather, who I affectionately call Papa Tom, loss his fight with pancreatic cancer. He was 84, and had a big influence on my life.
He was a Korean War veteran, a rocket engineer, an active member of his church community, and a loving family man who cared deeply for those around him.
I had known since Janurary that he was fighting pancreatic cancer and that he had a history of all sorts health issues, and that it was a matter of time, but even such I'll never be use to when the moment of death occurs, especially for a loved one. I was fortunate to get to see him one more time back in May, and even hear him tell me Happy Birthday a few weeks ago over the phone, but the actual moment was one I sadly knew would be coming.
I even had nights where I would cry just because of the pain he was going through and had to accept the fact that he wouldn't be on this Earth much longer.
The man was a source of inspiration for me and the rest of my family. His achievements inspired many of us to pursue our goals and interests, and he will sadly be missed.
I don't know how active I'll be for the time being, as I have a funeral to attend along with other matters to tend to. I ask for prayers for my family at this time. And as sad as I am now, I can say this:
I'm glad I knew him well and thankful for having such a figure in my life. I'm glad that he no longer has to suffer the pain he had. And most importantly: I loved and cared for that man.
May he rest in peace.
1932 - 2016
Listening to: The Rifle's Spiral - The Shins
Playing: Black Ops 3, Fallout 4
Drinking: Ginger Ale