Funeral

Yesterday was my Grandfather's funeral.

He died at the age of 63 maybe 64 from cancer and it's not fair. Robert Yount left behind the love of his life, my grandma, Julie Lee Vance and it's not fair. He left behind 11 grandchildren, of which I am the eldest, and it's not fair. He left behind 2 son's and 2 stepsons and it's not fair.

He took with him the love that all of us used to light our dark paths and it's not fair. He took with him his wisdom and experience and it's not fair. He took with him his inner light that he never once hesitated to share with us and it's not fair.

Why him? Why a good man? Why the last gentleman on earth? Why did he die? Why did our foundation crumble?

It's not fair.

What's worse is that a lot of Bullshit was spewed by his two sons and that the two people who really spoke like they cared were two close friends, his stepsons, and myself. (Will write more later)