My grandpa, Jay Sutton passed away recently I was able to attend his funeral for which I am thankful. It was great to hear so many great stories about my grandpa. He had a great sense of humor and he knew how to make everyone laugh. After the funeral I thought of another story about my grandpa.
A couple of years ago my grandpa gave us a scare, he was in the hospital for a few days and when he was released he came home with an oxygen tube. Ben and visited him after he got home from the hospital and when I came into the room I kind of stumbled over his oxygen tube. So this is the joke he told me. . a man was asked to speak in church, not knowing what to say he decided to visit his friend in hospital hoping for some inspiration. As he stood by his friend's side his frail condition grew worse, and his friend motioned frantically for something to write on. So he handed his friend a pen and piece of paper, and he used his last ounce of strength to scribble a note. Then his friend died. He thought it best not to look at the note just then, so he slipped it into his jacket pocket. At church that Sunday the man got up to speak in church and said that not knowing what to say in his talk he visited a friend for advice. Then unfolded the note saying, this is the note he handed me a note just before he died. I haven't read it, but knowing my friend I'm sure there's a word of inspiration there for us all."
A couple of years ago my grandpa gave us a scare, he was in the hospital for a few days and when he was released he came home with an oxygen tube. Ben and visited him after he got home from the hospital and when I came into the room I kind of stumbled over his oxygen tube. So this is the joke he told me. . a man was asked to speak in church, not knowing what to say he decided to visit his friend in hospital hoping for some inspiration. As he stood by his friend's side his frail condition grew worse, and his friend motioned frantically for something to write on. So he handed his friend a pen and piece of paper, and he used his last ounce of strength to scribble a note. Then his friend died. He thought it best not to look at the note just then, so he slipped it into his jacket pocket. At church that Sunday the man got up to speak in church and said that not knowing what to say in his talk he visited a friend for advice. Then unfolded the note saying, this is the note he handed me a note just before he died. I haven't read it, but knowing my friend I'm sure there's a word of inspiration there for us all."
He unfolded the note and read aloud, "You're standing on my oxygen tube!"
I loved my grandpa and I am going to miss him so much. He always found a way to make everyone laugh. Even though I going to miss him tons, it is good to know he won't be held back by a failing body anymore. I love you, Grandpa.
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