Liudvik

I'll admit that when I went to visit my great grandfather's grave today I (lovingly) said something like, 'You fuck.'
I sat cross-legged right on top of him in the cozy bed of moss. I figured he might be wondering who the hell I was and I wondered in return if someone who has had a lobotomy (therefore no real conscious mind when death comes about) - if they go back to their original (pure) state of mind when their soul floats about the earth and around their rack of bones?
In 1972 at the age of 73, he was buried nine feet deep in hopes his wife would eventually be interned atop of his casket. Not over her dead body, apparently. She decided the cemetery in Burnaby would be much better for her - the farther away, the better.
Stories float around within the family and I'm quite sure there was a time when my Grandpa, along with his mother and five siblings, fled their home with Liudvik chasing them with a giant kitchen knife.
It was Edmundus (Gramps) who got everyone out of the house when Liudvik lit the house on fire. I think this is when he was admitted to Riverview and given an experimental lobotomy. His state of mind was 'out of control', and at the time there was no other way of dealing with it than removing part of his head.
When the family went to visit it was always a dreadful affair, only happening due to obligation. He died alone years later.
His wife ended up living out her days in a church shelter and a few of his six children ended up leading fairly normal lives.


And that's just a wee excerpt from my family history.