Either you grow up or you descend from them. Jack has made enough mistakes for two lifetimes, but he has learned from them and grown. In the last years of his life he came back into our lives and came to love and care for his family more than anything. I love you, you bastard, I love you." He threw his ashes to the wind as my grandfather became one with the earth. I would sit silently on a rock with my grandfather in my palm, remember the events of my life with him. From the first time I met him, to the last time I saw him. His remains were gripped tightly in my left hand. My grandfather's old poems ran through my head. One stood out in particular. I will get up and leave you I will find a place somewhere It will be a place of tranquility and I will wait for you there we will be together sitting side by side interrupting my long game of solitaire For one day we will be honored by each other's loving care I loved him. I love him as a friend. I loved him like family. I accepted his death and he left this world. People always say that when you die you go to a "better place", whatever this place is maybe one day I will be able to see it. in that moment on the rock with the sun on my face I accepted my grandfather's death. He won't come back, but he will live on through the memories I have of him. I threw his ashes into the