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tist, all hit a chord with me. This song in particular has a lot of meaning to me. It always did and now even more so.“Old Man” has a prime spot in my playlist on my phone and for good reason. For me, this song describes the relationship between my grandfather and I. Ever since I was a little kid, I looked up to “the old man”. He taught me everything I know. We were known as best buddies and over the last few years, people would comment on how similar we were.During my teenage years, we would spend our weekends “up country” (New York State). We both loved the open roads, the acres of land he owned, and the peacefulness of the area. It was a place where everyone would watch out for their neighbors, even if your closest neighbor was half a mile away.My grandfather was a huge fan of golf. He would play every week and nothing would stop him. I would spend hours watching golf on tv with him on a Sunday afternoon. He taught me how to play and even took a beginners class with me just so I didn’t have to do it alone. Although I was a pretty bad golf player, he continued to go out on the course with me and/or go to the driving range to hit a bucket of balls. Every year, we would go to the golf tournament that was in town. It was kind of our bonding time.Baseball and hockey were two sports we both couldn’t get enough of. Whether it was watching on tv or going to games, he was always willing/wanting to go with me or watch with me. Thankfully we liked the same teams so there was never any arguing.In recent years, he literally became the “Old Man” and I started taking care of him. It was my way of returning the favor from all those years he took care of me and made me a priority. At this point, he was in a wheelchair and very picky about things, and that’s probably how I became so picky. Whatever I would order from a restaurant, he would want the same thing. The only time he would leave his house at this point was if I would take him somewhere. No one else was allowed to

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take him. If I couldn’t do it, then he wasn’t going. All of his doctor appointments would be made based on my availability. Even the last trip to the hospital was with me being the person to accompany him. He didn't want his son or daughter at the hospital, only me, because he knew I would make sure he was being taken care of.The day he passed was more of the same. I was the first one at the house, the nurse had called me. In reality, I was actually on my way over to visit him like I did almost every night for the last seven years. It was almost like he set everything up for me to take care of him one last time. I made sure everything was perfect for his sendoff to be with my father and grandmother.I listen to this song each and every day. I let the lyrics sink into my soul and it’s all part of the healing process at this point. No song reminds me of my grandfather more than this one does. He was the old man in my life. I even started calling him that over the last few years. When I said goodbye to him at the funeral the last thing I said was, “I love you Old Man”.<blockquote id="be28">I’ve been first and last Look at how the time goes past But I’m all alone at last</blockquote>These few lines from “Old Man” are what went through my head during the hours after he passed and throughout the wake and funeral. No matter how much time we spent together, mimicking each other, it still went too fast. You always think you have all the time in the world, but then it ends in the blink of an eye. Yes, I feel all alone without my grandfather, but in reality, I have a huge support system behind me and so many people pushing me forward and making sure I’m living my best life.I will continue to keep my grandfather in my heart and thoughts. He is the reason I am the person I am and will continue to be. I can’t think of a better person to model my life after. I know he’s watching over me and making sure I’m still truckin’.© Dave Logan 2021</article></body>

Old Man

A Song to help me heal and remember

Old man, look at my life I’m a lot like you were Old man, look at my life I’m a lot like you were

Old man, look at my life Twenty four and there’s so much more Live alone in a paradise That makes me think of two

Love lost, such a cost Give me things that don’t get lost Like a coin that won’t get tossed Rolling home to you

Old man, take a look at my life, I’m a lot like you I need someone to love me the whole day through Ah, one look in my eyes and you can tell that’s true

Lullabies, look in your eyes Run around the same old town Doesn’t mean that much to me To mean that much to you

I’ve been first and last Look at how the time goes past But I’m all alone at last Rolling home to you

Old man, take a look at my life, I’m a lot like you I need someone to love me the whole day through Ah, one look in my eyes and you can tell that’s true

Old man, look at my life I’m a lot like you were Old man, look at my life I’m a lot like you were

Old Man by Neil Young

Classic Rock songs have played an integral part in my life since I was in High School in the early 90’s. The Grateful Dead, Carole King, Bob Dylan, and of course Neil Young as a solo artist, all hit a chord with me. This song in particular has a lot of meaning to me. It always did and now even more so.

“Old Man” has a prime spot in my playlist on my phone and for good reason. For me, this song describes the relationship between my grandfather and I. Ever since I was a little kid, I looked up to “the old man”. He taught me everything I know. We were known as best buddies and over the last few years, people would comment on how similar we were.

During my teenage years, we would spend our weekends “up country” (New York State). We both loved the open roads, the acres of land he owned, and the peacefulness of the area. It was a place where everyone would watch out for their neighbors, even if your closest neighbor was half a mile away.

My grandfather was a huge fan of golf. He would play every week and nothing would stop him. I would spend hours watching golf on tv with him on a Sunday afternoon. He taught me how to play and even took a beginners class with me just so I didn’t have to do it alone. Although I was a pretty bad golf player, he continued to go out on the course with me and/or go to the driving range to hit a bucket of balls. Every year, we would go to the golf tournament that was in town. It was kind of our bonding time.

Baseball and hockey were two sports we both couldn’t get enough of. Whether it was watching on tv or going to games, he was always willing/wanting to go with me or watch with me. Thankfully we liked the same teams so there was never any arguing.

In recent years, he literally became the “Old Man” and I started taking care of him. It was my way of returning the favor from all those years he took care of me and made me a priority. At this point, he was in a wheelchair and very picky about things, and that’s probably how I became so picky. Whatever I would order from a restaurant, he would want the same thing. The only time he would leave his house at this point was if I would take him somewhere. No one else was allowed to take him. If I couldn’t do it, then he wasn’t going. All of his doctor appointments would be made based on my availability. Even the last trip to the hospital was with me being the person to accompany him. He didn't want his son or daughter at the hospital, only me, because he knew I would make sure he was being taken care of.

The day he passed was more of the same. I was the first one at the house, the nurse had called me. In reality, I was actually on my way over to visit him like I did almost every night for the last seven years. It was almost like he set everything up for me to take care of him one last time. I made sure everything was perfect for his sendoff to be with my father and grandmother.

I listen to this song each and every day. I let the lyrics sink into my soul and it’s all part of the healing process at this point. No song reminds me of my grandfather more than this one does. He was the old man in my life. I even started calling him that over the last few years. When I said goodbye to him at the funeral the last thing I said was, “I love you Old Man”.

I’ve been first and last Look at how the time goes past But I’m all alone at last

These few lines from “Old Man” are what went through my head during the hours after he passed and throughout the wake and funeral. No matter how much time we spent together, mimicking each other, it still went too fast. You always think you have all the time in the world, but then it ends in the blink of an eye. Yes, I feel all alone without my grandfather, but in reality, I have a huge support system behind me and so many people pushing me forward and making sure I’m living my best life.

I will continue to keep my grandfather in my heart and thoughts. He is the reason I am the person I am and will continue to be. I can’t think of a better person to model my life after. I know he’s watching over me and making sure I’m still truckin’.