Just Assume

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Despite the fact that I look, talk, walk, and apparently act like my dad. I definitely inherited some traits from my mother’s side of the family. Mostly my quick wit and smart ass ways. As the years fade, I don’t remember my Granddaddy Geiger as well as I like. I just know when I was younger he worked a lot. And that he and my Grandma owned an old family property near where I live now. But for the last remaining years of his life, he lived crippled and in isolation due to his weakened heart condition. Sound familiar?

I remember those days well, running errands for my Grandmother when I could. Sitting with him in his air conditioned office, turned into a hospital room. I remember a little pencil holder that I made for him at Vacation Bible School once that still sat on his desk. I remember a large image of the seven chakras that hung on his wall and his library of “occult” books. That later on my parents gladly burned in the name of Jesus. It should also be noted they said a demon lived in my little brother’s Stretch Armstrong.

My granddad died the year after I graduated from high school. It’s strange that I don’t remember much about the funeral other than his office remaining unchanged for a long time. I made an interesting discovery a short while back that should excite my family. While my parents both died at the age of 59, me and my sister (yes, I’m including you in this) have passed that threshold. What I discovered was our Grandpa Geiger passed away at 63. The twisted irony is, I’ll be 63 this year. Did you see that plot twist coming?

Lord knows I don’t understand my fascination with death. It drives my wife and kids insane. So for their benefit we’ll keep this between us and the four other people that read this. But I warned you ahead of time, I have a sick sense of humor. But that my friend I inherited from my Grandma, who always liked to say, “You either gonna laugh or cry about it and, I just assume laugh”.