My best friend’s grandfather passed away on December 26th, 2025. Everyone knew him as Master Bates — or “Master B,” which is what we usually called him because, well… middle‑school humor. I’m pretty sure the nickname came from kids like me who thought we were hilarious. Somehow it stuck, and over the years it just became part of who he was to us. I’ve known my friend since 7th grade — the same age my son is now — and it blows my mind how fast life loops around like that.
The funeral service was simple but really meaningful. A few people spoke, an amazing musician performed, and then we headed to the graveside. The VFW did the full “Honoring Those Who Served,” and there’s just something about hearing TAPS and the rifle volleys that hits you in a way nothing else does. It’s one of those moments where everything gets quiet inside you.
When Master B. found out I was a computer nerd, I instantly became his go‑to tech support. His computer was ancient — like, “held together by hope and duct tape” ancient — but every time I came over, he’d tell me stories. He loved talking about his life, his adventures, and especially his Coke and KFC collections. He was so proud of that stuff. Honestly, those visits were half troubleshooting and half hanging out. Even when his computer made me want to pull my hair out, I really did enjoy being there. Looking back, I wish I’d been a little more patient, but I’m grateful for all the time we had.
And here’s the thing: I’ve always loved talking to people. Friends, strangers, whoever. Everyone has a story, and most people are just waiting for someone who actually wants to hear it. It doesn’t take much to slow down, listen, and treat people with a little patience and respect. I think we’d all be better off if we did more of that. Maybe that’s part of why we write these posts — to share pieces of our own story and to remind ourselves that every person we meet has something worth hearing.