I lift to become the man my Grandfather wanted me to be

>I lift to become the man my Grandfather wanted me to be

I doubt he cared if you lifted

My grandpa damn near froze to death his first winter in Korea, and then when it got warmer he got shot at Kapyong and kept going 'til he couldn't. The stubborn SOB is lucky to be alive.
I'm the same age he was then and all I do is shitpost and lift. Feelsbadman

>being a slave

fag

I should probably lift for something.

The rec at school offers cheap fitness assessments. I'm 148 and 10%BF. 5'11."

The trainer showed me some of the lifts and I was surprised by how tricky DL is to do correctly.

Unless he's an asshole I doubt he wants you to be doing the same thing he was

No, I know. But I should still be doing something.

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same
>grandpa was absolute womanizer when he was young
>got a job at a girl scouts camp in big bear or some place when he was a teen, all the camp counselors were college age girls, he fucked every single one of them
>worked as a mechanic for delta air lines as part of his service in the air force, got swole as shit
>unfortunately made an awful decision by marrying his cunt of a first wife
>divorced her, found his soulmate, gorgeous spanish woman with a heart of gold (spanish as in spain, not mexico, fuck off /pol/)
>she died of MS about a decade ago
>unfortunately, again, he married another gold digging whore
>at some point during this time he developed symptoms of bowel cancer, constant diarrhea, etc
>whore #2 heavily discouraged him from seeing a doctor
>i know he shouldve told her to fuck off, but at the end of the day hes a big softie and being an old guy he wasnt very assertive
>always used to tell me “life is just a bowl of cherries,” sung the song all the time
>the past 2 years my brothers, my mom and myself tried our best to nurse him back to health, moved him to our state so he could get away from his cunt wife, we got him treatments from the best oncologists in our state
>2 major surgeries later we realize he will never be cancer-free
>had to say goodbye to him for the last time 1/20/18
>i still cant look at his pictures without tearing up

im gonna make you proud paul
i love you so much

Damn son. Make it for Paul

i should probably give more context about gold-digging whore #2 (lets call her “jane”)
>apparently she had 3 (THREE) previous husbands, all of them died and by the time my grandpa married her she was entirely dependent on the life insurance payouts and social security/medicaid benefits
>i really have no idea why he married jane, but losing your soulmate cant be a fucking cakewalk and i can understand the man didnt want to be alone
>but dear christ
>jane had 2 daughters, both of whom either had major visual impairments or were totally blind
>jane was fairly nice on a superficial level but you could SMELL her bitterness over having defective genes just waft off her at any moment
>over the course of their marriage jane got progressively more and more abusive, first verbally, then physically
>jane is the special kind of vitriolically retarded where she a) was a manic hypochondriac and b) thought cancer was contagious
>when grandpa was diagnosed she immediately let the cunt demon out of the abyss
>grandpa came home to jane’s mansion in broilingly hot palm springs (he was living with her, bad decision i know) after a MAJOR surgery of getting several tumors scooped out of his GI tract, staples all the way down his torso
>but not after being stuck in the hospital for 2 DAYS after he was cleared to go home because jane thought “WELL WHY CANT THE HOSPITAL JUST TAKE CARE OF HIM, THE KITCHEN IS BEING RENOVATED I CANT HAVE HIM HOME TAKING UP SPACE”
>when he FINALLY came home, jane decided the thermostat needed to be set to 80-fucking-degrees fahrenheit (it was 90+ outside)
>hes barely awake on the couch sweating like a pig, every time he begged for her to turn the heat down she would just scream at him
and eventually it got physical
pt2 coming

>couple weeks after that, i flew out to see him and take care of him (and tell jane to fuck off for a couple weeks so we could do so)
>he greets us at the airport
>”hey buddy hows it going? good to see ya!”
>hey grandpa hows your hammer hangi-JESUS FUCK YOUR FOREARMS
>covered in giant black scabs like he tried to fend off a bear
>nope, jane just decided to scratch the ever loving christ out of him
>”theres really no getting through to that woman”
>dear christ grandpa how are you so chill about this
>”lifes a bowl of cherries, user”
>cant argue with that
>tried to get the cops involved but since a) it was woman-on-man, b) theyre old as shit, and c) he didnt go to the cops immediately they didnt give a shit
>tried to get him on track to divorce the cunt, but we were so tied up with taking care of him and getting him out to see specialists that we couldnt finalize it
>at a certain point we just said “fuck it” and moved him to CO to take care of him
>now that hes gone, we’re trying our best to keep jane in the dark about all this so she doesnt get any more fucking state money

lifes a bowl of cherries
and god dammit im gonna lift them all

>both grandfathers were in college when they would've been sent to Korea
>never new my paternal grandfather

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My grandpa married some gold digging whores as well. When he died, his wife's son (not even meming) tried to steal my mom's inheritance. We won in court but damn I'll never trust a hoe

Why is it that harpies like that always live to be, like, 120 years old?

Godspeed user. Make it for your gramps.

he is smiling at you user
he believes in you

My grandpa came from a broken family, fought in Korea, and married my grandma who came from another broken family. The two decided they were going to be different than their upbringing. They had three children; one being my mom. My grandpa had inherited a trust fund from his step-dad and mother, but rather than spend the money, he kept investing into it, making it all the more valuable by the time he passed on; giving it over to his children.

How'd the old greek proverb go? A healthy society is one where the elderly plant trees whose shade they will never sit under?

That was my grandpa, and I hope to be even half the man he was.

Damn man I wish you the best of luck. Your grandad sounds like he was a dope dude. Hope you can destroy that cunt "Jane". Hope your grandad is in a better place now. Keep that lifting going yo. You'll defs make it.

I only lift so that I know I'm stronger than 95% of the men I encounter. It's comforting knowing I can just smash most people.

and of course gurlz

My grandfather was a boxer, a good one too.
He taught my mother and aunt and unkle how to fight.
He died of lung cancer (heavy smoker) a year ago.
I still think I couldve done more to make him proud.
I will do. I must do.