It has an elephant on it, so I guess that makes this anthro related.
We buried my grandpa today. We did this thing we were put something that reminded us of him into his casket.
Two fun facts about my Grandpa Harris: he loved knives and he loved elephants. The knives I could kind of understand. He was a good o'l Southern boy and he grew up tough (among the many jobs he held, you could put street fighter down), but the elephants, that one I never figured out.
Maybe an appreciation for Dumbo? Who can say, but he loved them. So when I found this knife in a flea market, I knew he had to have it for Christmas 2019. Unfortunately, he had his accident in August 2019 and never really recovered from it. He 100% did not like being the hospital or in the retirement village for physical therapy. Ergo, giving a knife to a man that loved a good brawl, was confined to a ward for his recovery, and had dementia, probably not a good idea.
I decided to wait til July, his birthday, to gift it to him. But last week, we lost him. I don't really like using that word "lost" though. He was worn out and had just recovered from what the doctors thought was a bought of pneumonia. The docs gave him two weeks to live. I imagine he was ready to go. So, he just went. He was being shaved Friday morning and according to the hospice worker, he just stopped breathing. I would have preferred he went at him, but at least he went easy.
I put this knife and case in his casket, among the many other items (Coronavirus rules dictated that it just be immediate family). I was worried with all the stuff in there, it would have been so heavy we'd of dropped the casket. I'd like to think he would have gotten a laugh out of that. And then kicked my ass.
Godspeed, grandpa.
On a side note, a third thing he absolutely loved was Chinese food. If I was clever enough, I would have swung by Forbidden Garden, gotten some combo fried rice, and put that in there too,
We buried my grandpa today. We did this thing we were put something that reminded us of him into his casket.
Two fun facts about my Grandpa Harris: he loved knives and he loved elephants. The knives I could kind of understand. He was a good o'l Southern boy and he grew up tough (among the many jobs he held, you could put street fighter down), but the elephants, that one I never figured out.
Maybe an appreciation for Dumbo? Who can say, but he loved them. So when I found this knife in a flea market, I knew he had to have it for Christmas 2019. Unfortunately, he had his accident in August 2019 and never really recovered from it. He 100% did not like being the hospital or in the retirement village for physical therapy. Ergo, giving a knife to a man that loved a good brawl, was confined to a ward for his recovery, and had dementia, probably not a good idea.
I decided to wait til July, his birthday, to gift it to him. But last week, we lost him. I don't really like using that word "lost" though. He was worn out and had just recovered from what the doctors thought was a bought of pneumonia. The docs gave him two weeks to live. I imagine he was ready to go. So, he just went. He was being shaved Friday morning and according to the hospice worker, he just stopped breathing. I would have preferred he went at him, but at least he went easy.
I put this knife and case in his casket, among the many other items (Coronavirus rules dictated that it just be immediate family). I was worried with all the stuff in there, it would have been so heavy we'd of dropped the casket. I'd like to think he would have gotten a laugh out of that. And then kicked my ass.
Godspeed, grandpa.
On a side note, a third thing he absolutely loved was Chinese food. If I was clever enough, I would have swung by Forbidden Garden, gotten some combo fried rice, and put that in there too,
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Sorry about your loss man.
On Elephants...Maybe he wanted to go on a safari to Africa? Respected the animals much for their sheer power?
On Elephants...Maybe he wanted to go on a safari to Africa? Respected the animals much for their sheer power?
Thank you.
Could be. He did love hunting and fishing (runs in the family). Maybe he wanted to go on a safari. And try some elephant meat. I can't imagine elephant meat tasting good.
Could be. He did love hunting and fishing (runs in the family). Maybe he wanted to go on a safari. And try some elephant meat. I can't imagine elephant meat tasting good.
Elephant meat as I read may depend on how its cooked. From some accounts its like...rubbery? It has a strong taste from what I read.
I figured so. Doesn't sound like it would be for me. Or gramps for that matter. We had Popeye's chicken in his honor after the funeral. Elephant meat might have been too exotic for his taste.
He might say it would of been something to say about and that he did eat elephant meat.
I could see that. Something to scratch off the "I've tried this before" list. I think the most unusual thing I've ever tried with him was crocodile. Very juicy.
Heh, maybe. It's been so long ago, I'll just say it was chicken-esque.
Heh, I had a feeling that was coming. I'll keep in on the DL.
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