tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14368873.post115602323865894412..comments2022-11-09T09:51:21.193-05:00Comments on Meanderings and Musings: And the one I did....nettiemachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00835731271577804010noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14368873.post-1156394659069605732006-08-24T00:44:00.000-04:002006-08-24T00:44:00.000-04:00That was a very sweet tribute to your Pop John ......That was a very sweet tribute to your Pop John .... it's amazing, isn't it, how much we remember the little things about the times spent with our kinfolk: the Aqua Velva, the tile in the bathroom, and even watching "rasslin'" on the telly.<BR/><BR/><I>This was a 130-pound shell of a man. There was no barrel-chested man, no loud voice that had commanded troops and yelled, "OWWWW!" each morning....</I><BR/><BR/>Talk about 'deja vu' and a tear to the eye. <BR/><BR/>I'm now looking at a picture I found when going through a box of things my Dad wanted to throw out. It's of my grandparents, taken in December 1999. Big John was in "a home", and would die just two weeks later. His face is SLIM. His body is emaciated, just half the weight he was in better days. <BR/><BR/>On the back, in my grandmother's handwriting: <I>I can't remember Big John like this so destroy this if you wish.</I> <BR/><BR/>I start tearing up every time I look at it. It reminds me of how a good man was allowed to rot. In all decency, that picture should be destroyed. <BR/><BR/>But I'll do no such thing. <BR/><BR/>-TGTalmadgehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02398182312942014436noreply@blogger.com