We had our very own John Wayne... and he was a teddy bear
What do you say about a man that was of very few words? Unless of course you were talking about what ails him... then he could go on and on. I won't make him out to be a saint or fabulous or amazing. I think my mother said it best when she said, "My father was far from perfect, but he was perfect for our family." A look-alike in his younger years, my mom and her siblings always said they had their very own John Wayne. On the evening of June 3rd, 2012, I sat in a hospital room with my grandfather. I watched him sleep, and I was having a very difficult time saying good-bye. And yes. I had to say good-bye. It was one of those things that if I didn't say it, out loud, I would regret it for always. I finally mustered up whatever I had left in my heart, and managed to choke it out. There's a moment when you realize that it's the end. That what you see now is the last glimpse of life they have. Up until that evening I would only say, " see you tomorr