Quote Originally Posted by ghosty
Sorry this is long..


....I have good memories of him when I was younger and he would take me places with my grandma... I love hearing the stories my grandma, mom, uncles and older cousins tell about him... Although I was only around for the later part of his life, I know he was a great man in his better days...

...he could still remember things from when he was younger, in amazingly vivid detail... like where he was exactly on many famous dates, even what he ate for lunch that day etc.. all of his stories were in such detail... He had to have had a photographic memory at one point.... I miss him a lot whenever I think about it, we all do.

R.I.P. Grandpa Frank
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thats how my grandpa was... he never did develope demintia... (my grandma will tell you he did, but i talked to his doctor, whos also my doctor about him, and asked him stuff medicaly about my grandpa... and the doc said he wasnt even showing the begining stages of altimiser or dementia... just he had canser... and emphizema(SP?)...)but he used to tell us kids all kinds of storys about his younger days... like... were he was when presiden JFK died... he was in a brand new, tanker truck, hauling waste oil for a company(cant rember the name) and what road he was on... and what song was on befor the news broadcast came out over the radio... were he was going....

or... my grandma told me a story about some family being over at their house one time, and they were playing a card game... drinkin beer... and my grandpa got up to make some sandwichs.... and asked my grand uncle what he wanted on his sandwich... and my grand uncle said "everything" and my grandpa took that litteraly... and put everything that he could find that was edible in the fridge.... on his sandwich...

or you could ask him about the animals he had... and years ago... when i was about 1...(this is after we moved out of their house... and in with my dads mom) my grandpa and grandma moved to forks washington... and they had about a 5 pound cat... and when the thing mowed... it sounded like a mouse squeek...

and you could ask him about world war 2... and korean war... and he has storys about them... and how in the asian countrys... the walls of the jails were actualy paper...(or they were when he was over there)

theres also alot of storie about me and him... usaly fishing or cutting wood for the winter... never got to go hunting with him... but for the longest time... when i was planing my first hunting trip, i was going to dig up his body... and take his body hunting with me...

a few of the best memories with him... was spenging the night at his house on friday night... and waking up at 6 AM... watching the news, then driving 40 miles to civilization... and going to McDonalds for breakfast.... and on the mornings were i slept at my moms, and didnt wake up on time to drive the 40 miles to make it to McDonalds on time for breakfast... we would just go to the burgar barn (its the local fast food place were i lived at) and we would order bisquest and gravy.... or when we were younger... and my mom and grandma were both working like 90 miles away from home... my grandpa would make dinner... and every night was either mac and cheese with chili and hotdogs... rice and chilli... chili dogs... or frozen pizzas... TV dinners... or Pot Pies.... he was a simple old man... that knew how to make the kids happy....

after he died... everyone was expecting him to jump out of his casket... and go haha just kidding... cause he was a funny guy... and knew how to be as funny as a guy on comedy centeral... and thank god i was around him alot... because im able to make a joke out of anything because of all the time i spent around him....

he was also a defencive old man... if you fucked with his family... he was ready to load a gun... and he was prepared to go to jail... and the trueth of it is... he was....

thats a picture of his grave stone...(it says he was only in the marines... but he was also in the army... and it only says world war 2... but he was also in korea...)