“Fucked up and institutionalized you can feel the madness taking over your soul.” Those were my grandfathers final words. As he layed there dying, he actually said those words to me and then farted partially, but practically. That was gramps.

We all like to think he went off to his own hell in which he was welcomed with closed arms. Sadness, I felt none. He was finally fine. It’s those past tense tumultuous moments that truly define our lives. I like to think I played my part, but then again that’s just me.