This past week my grandfather passed away. He was one of the few true cowboys left. His funeral was this past Saturday, Nov. 3. At first I wasn't ready to deal/recognize it. There are feelings inside me with death and dying that I don't really like to confront ever since my dad passed. I wasn't too thrilled about bring those feelings back to the present. I wasn't excited about all the memories, that were sure to come to me about my father's death and funeral, while I was at my grandpa's funeral. It was definitely a hard weekend for me, I was sad that I lost my grandpa, but I was also re-living, in my head, the horrific time in my life when I lost my wonderful father.
I love my grandpa and I will miss him dearly. I know that he is up there with my dad and all those that have passed before us and I am positive that's a better place than here. :)
R.I.P. Grandpa Paul R. Finlinson
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