sad day today /k/ommrades
>go visit my mom and she asks me to check on this guy named wally before I go
>we lived in a small house surrounded by woods and acres and wally was the closest neighbor my mom had and she hadnt heard from him in days
>nice enough guy, we were faily close but nothing crazy
>he'd come over for holidays cause his wife died and sometimes go shooting with us
>this brought us closer together than anything, he didnt have much but liked to go plinking just to spend time with somebody
>take the old trail to his house, knock on the door only to find its open
>right away something is off, the house looks trashed I immdiently think home invasion
>draw my CZ, call out for wally and start to look around
>he stumbles out from the kitchen in dirty pajamas, hair disheveled
>before I can say anything he starts screaming in french and starts to raise a revovler at me
>draw on him and practicallly scream at him him to drop it
>I think it scared him becuase he looked so shocked, the he drops it and crumbles in the doorway crying
he started getting alzhiemers after I moved out and it finally took him. He doesnt have any family left and had to have been up there like that for days. He's getting sent to some old folks home and his stuff is being auctioned off. Though I think some of his stuff is going to us, we're the only people had had any constant contact with and they found dozens of thank you notes and holiday cards he wrote to us when he was starting to lose itthat were never mailed. some of its the same stuff, word for word, over and over again in different letters.
Not only is this just flat out sad, but it got me thinking of my grandparents and even my dad. They have a good collection of guns and there might come a time when I have to disarm them, or somebody might have to take away mine some day too. All I know is im getting drunk tonight and pouring a little out for a man that was like a uncle to me growing up
>tfw thats how I found my grandpa
>tfw im not even sad
old bastard went out in his silk pajamas, on a comfy recliner with a drink in his hand and the history channel on with some old jazz on on the backround. I hope I get to go out like that
Damn dude... if, no... When I get to that point, I'll make sure there's someone who will care for my guns and use them.
My cousins are the only pro gun people in my family, I never get to see them, so I feel alone. I don't plan to get married and have kids, so I hope by the time I'm at an old age someone in my family can take care of my guns.
That is, if the world doesn't go to hell, and we actually get to experience what it's like being old.
I just got over that shit anon, fuck you.
it sure as fuck wont. he'd keep deteriotrating in a an old folks home, being treated like a child by some trinadadianin nurses, confused and scared before he fianlly turns into a vegatable and dies.
Its awful, but its true. I worked in a nursing home and I had to quit. My parents already told me, dead pan serious, to kill them before ever putting them in a place like that
There's a long way to go between 18yo and edgy and 80yo and shitting your pants.
You get a whole lot wiser in those years.
Also sexier to the ladies (if your body doesn't hit the shitter).
fuck man. I was having a good night before this
I'm honestly in better shape at 30 than I was at 18. but I'd rather be an edgy, carefree 18 year old greasy little shit any day.
Maybe the regret of spending all those years in front of a computer is creeping up on me... Fuck, back to OP's topic.
Wally sounds like a proper good cunt. Don't forget to visit him…he may not remember you, and it may be difficult, but you never know, it may help him out somehow.
You're in my thoughts, faggot op
>tfw I used to watch the great escape, the dirty dozen, and the longest day on a constant loop at my grandpa's house when I was a kid
>tfw we celebrated his 83rd birthday tonight
>tfw we stayed at the restaurant until they closed, talking about his adventures in Korea. The same stories I've a heard hundreds of times. I cling to every word
I shiver to think about my grandfather.
>Grandma says good night to Poppy.
>Poppy is sitting in his recliner, he says he'll be in bed in a minuet.
>He never gets in bed.
>Grandma finds him in the floor next morning.
Apparently he had a Heart Attack. They also Said his estimated TOD was between 11 and 1 that night.
>I was 2 houses down between that time visiting with this Girl i had a thing for.
I thought about stopping by and saying hi, but figured they were in bed already as i didnt see any lights on.
I miss him.....
Oh my god man u just brought back all sorts of feels damn you
>Grandfather was a corpsman in ww2 all through the pacific, was a surgeon when pearl harbor went down
> Usually refused to carry a gun because of carrying regular equipment a medical shit
>sometimes carried 1911
>was shot 3 times and wounded 2 others
>he was dieing and I was with him but the doctors said he could live for up to 4 more days they said
>I leave because its midnight and had school the next
>I am super upset on the ride home, practically in tears
>Get home and right away get a phone call that he died just a couple minutes after I left
Like what the fuck man...
You left you grandfather's side because it was late and you had school? What the goddamned fucking hell is the matter with you?
You stared down the barell of a gun and made a conscious decision not to do what we train ourselves to do (pull the trigger until they drop). You saved a life. This guy had some issues. Alzheimers is a bitch. My gfs gramma went through that. It is worse than torture for all parties involved.
You did the right thing. You did good. Taking a life is easy. Its a 1/8 pull at 5 or so pounds. Saving a life is much more difficult.
Op is not a fag.
I drank a shot of stoli inbetween the last line breaks for op.
Your a glorious bastard op. We love you.
Dont forget that as shitty as things seem about this guy, that YOU through YOUR judgement saved a life. That is no small achievement. Wear it as a badge of honor.