Joseph Scheirich
Today is October 3rd 2025, 3495 days ago Joe(Opa) was buried next to his wife(Oma). Since that afternoon Boynton Beach there's been a huge part of my life missing.
The years after Oma passed away, Opa became very depressed and for whatever reason he gravitated towards me his grandson.
Opa was a highly social person with a charming personality. He had strong ideals of how people should behave and interact, despite this he was often unusually sympathetic towards me even when others weren't. We got really close over the next few years.
I met all of his friends we golfed, fished, hiked, worked out, cooked, dined and we took trips together.
There were times he would pick me up from school early so we could go on fishing trips together, it was a blast.
In July 2014 mental health and addiction took hold of my life and a tsunami of terrible choices followed. Although my Opa tried his best to help me through this difficult period, I dont think he knew if he could neither did I, nor anybody else.
When he was diagnosed with brain cancer and subsequently began losing his mind. I took care of him like he took care of me and in a weird way it appeared we were both slipping out of reality at the same time.
There were instances where we both did/said things we really didn't mean to one other.
I'm writing this to apologize to you for the hurting I've caused you and that I forgive you as well.
Sometimes I wish that you were still here to guide me through the difficult times like you always did.
I miss ya...
-J.C.