My grandfather died in April, two years ago.
I miss him tremendously. And, even though he was an old, stubborn-ass war veteran, he was an awesome grandfather.
While I didn’t get to see him as much as I would’ve liked, I always enjoyed our comedic phone calls where he was pissing and moaning (in an old-man kinda way) about the newest political strife, or what’s going on in the news.
He always had words to cheer me up, or to keep me motivated. There were times that I felt pressure or disapproval from my dad (as anybody with a tough dad can relate), that my grandfather would step in and keep me grounded and set my thinking back on track. I remember one time when I was really proud of something that I did, and I didn’t get the recognition that I was hoping for from my dad. My grandfather was right there to give me the recognition. That’s the type of guy he was.
Anyways, he died because of crazy circumstances. In fact, it all started because he fell off a step-stool as he was painting his bathroom ceiling…
Rewind to two years before he died.
He was painting the bathroom ceiling at his one-story house. I don’t know exactly how it happened, but he ended up falling off and injured his foot. But, because he was a stubborn-ass sort of man, he didn’t go to the doctor. Over the next few months, the injury didn’t heal properly, and he was finally forced to go to the doctor. Because the injury didn’t heal properly, the doctor told him that he needed surgery on it.
They operated on his foot shortly after. Seems like it should’ve been a pretty standard, easy procedure, but he ended up getting an infection and had to have some of his toes amputated. I guess people with diabetes are at an extra high risk because it’s harder for surgeries to heal.
Long story short, over the next two years, he had a heart attack, had to be put on oxygen, and had to go through dialysis every day. And all that is nothing compared to the fact that…
…he died TWO times during the course of this two year period…
Like I said before, he was old, and he was stubborn. He was literally too stubborn to die, and stay dead. I guess the third time’s the charm.
This is not a business or sales lesson — maybe you can find one in here, I don’t know — but I’m telling you this to remind you to take care of yourself and your health. Your number one passion should be yourself. Listen to your body and if something seems off, figure out why. Seek out help.
I guess this is the business lesson…
If you don’t take care of your health, then you won’t be able to do business very well. Mainly because you’ll be dead.
Until next time,