This touches me. we passed the 25th anniversary of my grandpa’s death at the beginning of the year, and he’s been on my mind a lot lately. I never knew him, but I feel like I did. Your grampa would be very proud, Gabe.
oh he is. he’s remembered very fondly. it’s funny, but apparently I resemble him a lot. the same kind of humor, and all. he was a geologist, so we have a huge box full of the crystals he’d collected, and it’s not even all of his collection either. I miss him and I didn’t ever know him. that’s the mark of a good man.
I never really new my grandfather. It’s strange growing up hearing all of the stories, picturing the person who filled so many lives with joy, love, and hope, and never knowing that person.
I recently lost my grandmother to cancer. It doesn’t matter how old you get (I’m 31…) it makes you feel like a lost child when it happens, even if it’s for the best and they’re ready… as she told me before she died. Something like this… just makes me reflect more on the positives. Thanks, Gabe.
Beautiful Gabe. I was lucky to not only know my grandfather, but my great-grandfather as well. As of now, I have one living grandfather. He is a Pearl Harbor survivor, and still lives with my grandmother in the house they raised my father in. A very humble man, and lives a simple life. Unfortunately, alzheimer’s has taken it’s toll on him. My uncle and father are helping to take care of him, but they have been calling it “the long goodbye”. For as long as I can remember, he spends his days in his recliner watching TV, never really moving, except to set the VCR to record. I still visit as often as I can. The best days are the ones when I lay my hand on his shoulder to say hi, and looks up and smiles. I don’t know if he remembers me, but he definitely likes the company.
I find it sad the strongest memory I have about my grandpa was being called in a fine afternoon of highschool to tell me he was dead and my folks were coming to pick me up.
Awww fuck, now my eyes are wet.
This touches me. we passed the 25th anniversary of my grandpa’s death at the beginning of the year, and he’s been on my mind a lot lately. I never knew him, but I feel like I did. Your grampa would be very proud, Gabe.
Aw, thanks! I hope your Grandfather is remembered fondly as well :)
oh he is. he’s remembered very fondly. it’s funny, but apparently I resemble him a lot. the same kind of humor, and all. he was a geologist, so we have a huge box full of the crystals he’d collected, and it’s not even all of his collection either. I miss him and I didn’t ever know him. that’s the mark of a good man.
Agreed. A man who made such a mark will be remembered.
I never really new my grandfather. It’s strange growing up hearing all of the stories, picturing the person who filled so many lives with joy, love, and hope, and never knowing that person.
I recently lost my grandmother to cancer. It doesn’t matter how old you get (I’m 31…) it makes you feel like a lost child when it happens, even if it’s for the best and they’re ready… as she told me before she died. Something like this… just makes me reflect more on the positives. Thanks, Gabe.
Your welcome. It is tough, but I hope we are remembered as fondly when we go.
I was never close to the one grand-father I got to know —the other left my granny and mom.
You were lucky, even though it seems he passed away when you were still fairly young.
PS: the Religious but Dirty Minded panel is pure unobtanium :)
I do consider myself very lucky. He was a great guy. I’m going to explore that a little more too…
PS: LOL!
Yer Poppop sounds like a totally good shit. Cheers to him, and all the great grandparents out there.
Huzzah!
Happy Birthday Pop pop
:)
Beautiful Gabe. I was lucky to not only know my grandfather, but my great-grandfather as well. As of now, I have one living grandfather. He is a Pearl Harbor survivor, and still lives with my grandmother in the house they raised my father in. A very humble man, and lives a simple life. Unfortunately, alzheimer’s has taken it’s toll on him. My uncle and father are helping to take care of him, but they have been calling it “the long goodbye”. For as long as I can remember, he spends his days in his recliner watching TV, never really moving, except to set the VCR to record. I still visit as often as I can. The best days are the ones when I lay my hand on his shoulder to say hi, and looks up and smiles. I don’t know if he remembers me, but he definitely likes the company.
Aw, that is so tragic. My grandmother was the same way. It’s just so painful not to know.
People from that generation came from the real analog age, less distractions and more focus on what’s important, but that’s just me
Personally, I see the digital age as a tool, it all depends on how you use it :)
Well sir, it looks like you have a point, too true!
I really liked this comic because I still call my grandfather Pop Pop. Speaking of which, I think I’ll give him a call sometime this week.
Aw! That makes 4 Pop Pops! I know 3 others…
Hats off to the great elders of the world, Pop pop being the proponent of such excellent roots!
A decade of great!
Hooray!
This got me all chocked up about my own grandfather. He passed away when I was 10. Thank you for the touching comic.
Aw, sure anytime :) Glad I brought back some warm thoughts!
I find it sad the strongest memory I have about my grandpa was being called in a fine afternoon of highschool to tell me he was dead and my folks were coming to pick me up.
Awww fuck, now my eyes are wet.
Aw, sorry :(