Today I found out that my grandfather, Ronald Graham, has passed away. He was just recently diagnosed with Lung Cancer and had just started chemo therapy. His death was very sudden, and not directly because of the cancer, but rather indirectly from the treatment. It was an accident in the bathroom that resulted in a broken neck. I am extremely sad to hear of his passing. That’s probably why I am writing. So I can let out all the emotions that are going through me right now. The last time I spoke with him, he sounded good, and was ready to fight the cancer. Part of me is happy that he went quickly, and didn’t waste away from cancer or the treatements. However it still feels far too sudden.
I last saw my grandfather about 9 months ago at my wedding. He was getting older and as a result had mounting health problems. Nothing too serious, or unexpected. I always enjoyed seeing my grandfather. Growing up we lived with my grandparents and so Grandpa was like a father to me. We grew up in a paradise, where we learned to work hard, and appreciate what we have, and the fruits of the earth. He taught me how to work with my hands, and fix things around the house. He also taught us a great appreciation for the outdoors. My love of camping comes from him. One of my greatest regrets was that I hadn’t gone fishing with him for over 10 years. Fishing with Grandpa was always one of lifes great pleasures. I still remember when he decided I was old enough to learn how to fly fish. We were up in Montana at this little camp ground not too far from Hamilton. He lent me one of his rods and put a training weight on it and showed me the technique. And boy did I practice. I wanted to make the family proud with my skills. A few days later I got to go fishing for real with a fly rod. Hooked me a whitefish in the belly. They all laughed at the absurdity of it all, but all the same we ate that fish.
Grandpa really loved the outdoors and working with his hands. If he wasn’t building something he was out fishing and living life to the fullest. He never was one to just sit around and do nothing. He always had to be working on something. He always seemed happy too. Always quick to chuckle. He cared alot about his family. All of us. He would always be there when we needed him. Growing up with him is on thing I will be eternally greatfull for. It’s because of his influence that I am who I am today. He was the pillar of our family. The rock we turned to when things went bad. I know that my life was better for knowing him and that the world has lost something great with his departure.
Grandpa. I know you are watching over us from heaven and will always be in my heart. May you rest in peace.