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For almost 35 years (and by “almost”, I mean 34 years and 362 days), my Great Uncle Ken was “Old Man Lawrence”. The closest I had to a grandfather (and pretty damn good at it), he was the oldest living member of our Clan - our Patriarch, if you will. At 86 years of age, the youngest (and least crankiest) son of Jack Cassidy Lawrence and his wife Minnie Mae (Robinson), was also the longest

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In addition to his cantankerous view of the world, my Pops also had a wicked, even morbid, sense of humour. A sense of humour I also share. When shopping for a new suit to wear to my wedding, my "hasn't worn a suit in 40 years" father told my mum, "well, this wedding will be one of two times I'll ever wear this thing. I guess 100 bucks isn't bad for two wearings". 37 days later he was wearing his

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Almost one month after my wedding, my Pops began experiencing a weird pain in his chest which sometimes radiated down his arm. What made it "weird" was the fact it wasn't anywhere near his heart - it was just between his breast and his shoulder and went away with a heating pad and ibuprofen, but it also felt nothing like pain he experienced when he first needed a triple bypass some 5 years

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My Pops had a very funny if not cantankerous outlook on life. His friends nicknamed him "Grumpy" - a nickname he was actually quite proud of, as proven by his collection of Grumpy (of "The Seven Dwarfs" fame) t-shirts, hats and dolls - always worn or displayed with pride. Our sweet Amy called him "Uncle Grouch". My husband nicknamed him "The Crank" (who himself earned the moniker "Crank Jr.",

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6 years ago this February (although an anniversary we no longer happily celebrate), my Pops had a triple bypass surgery, courtesy of the good folks at Stony Brook University Hospital and an artery from his left leg. For about a week prior, he began feeling weird sensations down his left arm accompanied by an ebbing pain in his chest. While he would normally run to Google and Web MD to secure

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My pops said this phrase on many occasion and every time it was in reference to yet another mishap in mine and my fiance's life. And there were quite a few - from the tranny blowing in yet another one of our mini-vans to Erik breaking yet another cell phone. In the 4 years we've been together my (now) husband has been through as many vehicles and about 6 cell phones. Pops called him the "phone

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