this evening we caught up with uncle kent and family from the uk. he is an amazing man/spirit who floats from one destination to the next on cruise ships giving lectures and teaching how to's on photography.
he reminds me ALOT of alasdair; young at heart, living life as it comes; and having a shitton of fun in the midst. an all round good guy with a larger than life personality. his presence is addictive. i love the guy and always leave him feeling richer. hes awesome and i cant speak highly enough about him.
i love kent.
speaking of awesome and an ode to my blog title, theres jack. the grandfather behind the genius that is our family. jack went on a personal journey to learn the latin language to decipher the "secret healing code" behind the bible; never taking english language/the basic translation at face value. hes a highly intelligible man, whos always asked "why?" rather than being dictated to.
jack is amazing. words cannot describe his lifetime. during it he asked and challenged theories that were untapped/unchallenged. he invented the very first duel flush toilet; and when naively approaching caroma with his ideas (before the days of patenting in australia) and enthusiasm; they were taken out from under him; and stolen. we still have the notepad books and diaries in which he composed all of the scientific ideas/evidence to prove authenticity.
jack is something else. not due to the toilet thing; moreso for being the eccentric scientist/linguist he was. he was larger than life; and even though we now visit him weekly in a high scale dementia ward; he can still manage each week to communicate physically through being the wierd bastard he always was. i love it. i go into see him each weekend; armed with a box of chocolates (his favourites) to see him squirm in pleasure; and jump onto his knee and smother him in hugs and kisses. even with the disease thats consuming him; he remembers me and my daughter more than anyone and wants to play with us. its awesome
i have his notebooks from his able minded days stored in my closet in boxes. filled with inventions, artwork, poetry and scientific ideas.
his illness is a curse to both humanity and society at large; he was such an able minded man with higher intelligence wasted through ignorance and time. its devistating; but one of those things that just happen. noone knows what cards fate deal them; youve just gotta roll with it.
jacks trying his damnest and is still the coolest guy ever. what i love; thats obviously deeply engrained in him (that the illness cannot steal away) is his ability to be a joker. he will still laugh and play morbid cracks on people to get a rise. nothing changes.
i love my family; quirks; indifference and all. theyre special people. im beyond lucky to be apart of that. i love my jack. im seeing him tomorrow. ill be sure to bring chocolate, time, a chess board and smiles. :D
he reminds me ALOT of alasdair; young at heart, living life as it comes; and having a shitton of fun in the midst. an all round good guy with a larger than life personality. his presence is addictive. i love the guy and always leave him feeling richer. hes awesome and i cant speak highly enough about him.
i love kent. speaking of awesome and an ode to my blog title, theres jack. the grandfather behind the genius that is our family. jack went on a personal journey to learn the latin language to decipher the "secret healing code" behind the bible; never taking english language/the basic translation at face value. hes a highly intelligible man, whos always asked "why?" rather than being dictated to.
jack is amazing. words cannot describe his lifetime. during it he asked and challenged theories that were untapped/unchallenged. he invented the very first duel flush toilet; and when naively approaching caroma with his ideas (before the days of patenting in australia) and enthusiasm; they were taken out from under him; and stolen. we still have the notepad books and diaries in which he composed all of the scientific ideas/evidence to prove authenticity.
jack is something else. not due to the toilet thing; moreso for being the eccentric scientist/linguist he was. he was larger than life; and even though we now visit him weekly in a high scale dementia ward; he can still manage each week to communicate physically through being the wierd bastard he always was. i love it. i go into see him each weekend; armed with a box of chocolates (his favourites) to see him squirm in pleasure; and jump onto his knee and smother him in hugs and kisses. even with the disease thats consuming him; he remembers me and my daughter more than anyone and wants to play with us. its awesome
i have his notebooks from his able minded days stored in my closet in boxes. filled with inventions, artwork, poetry and scientific ideas.
his illness is a curse to both humanity and society at large; he was such an able minded man with higher intelligence wasted through ignorance and time. its devistating; but one of those things that just happen. noone knows what cards fate deal them; youve just gotta roll with it.
jacks trying his damnest and is still the coolest guy ever. what i love; thats obviously deeply engrained in him (that the illness cannot steal away) is his ability to be a joker. he will still laugh and play morbid cracks on people to get a rise. nothing changes.
i love my family; quirks; indifference and all.
theyre special people. im beyond lucky to be apart of that. i love my jack. im seeing him tomorrow. ill be sure to bring chocolate, time, a chess board and smiles. :D