A Little Bit of Everything

I realized just know I never fully said anything about the death of my grandfather. He lived in KY so I hardly saw him except for the three years I lived there two years ago. He had this thing where he said he would die this year because no "insert my last name which I would rather not give to the internet" man has lived past the age of 70. Well, he was right. Though we always said he would be wrong. He died in a motorcycle accident. No one knows the specifics. All I know was he was found in a ditch on the side of the rode after being there for a day and a half. He died of chest injuries. Anyways, I loved him but really didn't know him. And I still can't believe he is dead even after all these weeks. It is possible this is because I haven't been to KY to realize that when I go I won't see him. Maybe it is possible because there was no funeral. I don't think it will really hit me when I go to visit KY or when Christmas comes around and no card is sent to him or from him to me. Or when fall comes and I don't receive my annual fall leaf in the mail, which he sends because he knows how much I love and miss fall colors. In his will (which ironically he made a week before he died) I received Tipsy, a horse I used to love riding. But a horse doesn't do much good in California when you don't have enough backyard to call it a yard. And so we lied. There was this cousin of mine who used to spend every summer with my Grandad and would ride Tipsy every day, loved Tipsy and my grandfather. She was always closer to him than I was. But he didn't leave he anything. I was always sort of the apple of his eye. But since she has a farm, and the money to mantain a horse, and was very close to grandfather, and has ADHD among other things, we lied and said he left it to her. No harm done. And it is the fact that he gave it to me that counts for me not the actual horse. So yah. That is the story of my Grandad. He was a great guy. A genius actually. He invented all these computer things worth millions but his partner (who really did nothing) sort of weaseled him out of all the money. It was pretty sad. But he didn't mind. He still had enough to keep his farm and horses so he was happy.He really liked to do manual work on the farm more than sit at home. He used to drive my brother and I in the back of his pick up truck and we would get soft serve ice cream.