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Very hectic couple of days, yesterday I went with my dad up to Pennsylvania, which is where he is from. Well, lets move back a bit. About a year and a half ago my grandpa, my dad's dad, passed away due to prolonged Lung Cancer, the surgery was a success, but they never got it looked at by a specialist due to my grandma believing that the family doctor in PA knew everything. Do I think that she was a cause in my grandpa's death? Kinda, but I'm not gonna talk about that.
So since my grandpa passed away and all their kids grew up and moved away it was only the two of them in a pretty big house for years, well my grandma couldn't keep up with it and eventually put it up for sale (and it sold with it only being on the market for 4 hours! Damn!!) Well that was my dad's childhood home, so he has tons of memories there. I just got home from work yesterday and he asks me if I can go with him up to PA and help him get a few things from my grandparent's house and to keep him company on the drive up there, since from where I live it's about a 6 hour drive depending on traffic. So we drive up to PA and we stay at my grandma's new house, which, is still a pretty big ranch style house but I'm not gonna even comment on that lol. Well as she is showing us the house we eventually get to her new bedroom, and I see something that pissed me off so badly. Let me backtrack yet again, you may need this info to understand why I got so pissed.
My dad moved away from PA when he was 23 years old, even though he could have taken over his dad's plumbing business and have everything made for him, he decided to move away and make a name for himself somewhere new. Well my grandpa understood why my dad left, my grandma however, not so much. She still to this day despises my dad in a sense for moving so far away and she possibly loathes my mom for marrying my dad and essentially "chaining" him to his new home, which in turn means that she probably hates me since my mom was pregnant with me before my parents got married, but I really could give a damn less about what she thinks. Anyways, now that you have that info lets go back to what pissed me off.
So as I was saying, we get to her new bedroom and what do I see? Picture frames of family members. Not just any members of the family, only members of the PA family, none of my family. Instantly I get so pissed and have to walk out, I was clinching my fist so hard that every vein in my arm was about to burst, I always gave my grandma the benefit of the doubt but that drove me over the edge, hence why I said I could give a damn less about what she thinks. Well moving on, then we ask about how much she still has to move from her old house and she says a lot, even though she's had 3 weeks to do it and then she says in probably the only time she's ever been happy to see me is "Oh! You two can help us move!!" Yeah, pissed me off again.
So skip to today, we wake up and eat breakfast and go over there and help out a bit with the moving we get there before everyone else and grab a few things from my grandpa's garage and my dad breaks down, I walk away and give him some time to think about things since I know how tough this was on him. A bit later my uncle comes up and tells me and my dad to come with him my grandpa's garage. My grandpa lived in his garage, there was nothing he couldn't fix on a car, my dad was basically raised in that garage. And my uncle hands me and my dad a beer and sets a can of Old Milwaukee (Old Muk as it was called by everyone that drank it since it is a terrible tasting beer, but it was my grandpa's favorite) beer in the spot where my grandpa always sat when he gave advice and everything. Instantly my dad and me burst into tears, it took us a few minutes to gain our composure again, when we did the 3 of us drink our beers in silence for a while then we talk about stories that happened in that garage. Not much happened after that, we left PA and just got back home. But I did find a few cool things while moving xD I have pictures~
I'm gonna paint the hell out of some happy trees.
Robin Hood? Nay! Newman Hood!!
That's right, I found a Bob Ross painters set and my dad's old 74' Shakespeare Bow, and yes I had to take a picture with it like that, don't judge me.
Well that's about it, I feel good, feels like there is a sense of finality finally. I didn't get to see my grandpa much since we lived in separate states, but he was still one of the best men I will ever know.