Quote:The truth of that condition rests on the definition of your grandfather.
Indeed. My father is also deceased.We cremated him and dropped his ashes into the river according to his wishes. Bits of dad floated away on the wind. Today dad is part of the river,perhaps some fish and people who have eaten the fish. Bits of him may be giving someone who breathed him in lung cancer.
The PERSON who was my father ceased to exist several years before his body died. He had arteriosclerosis,which destroyed parts of his brain.That meant his memory,his inhibitions,and his personality. It left a shell,who knew no one and who was nasty. I would go to see him and get " Who are you? Fuck off and don't come back!". I would go home and cry.So I stopped going, and had not seen the shell for two years when it finally stopped working completely.I was relieved.
