In one week, I am going to see my grandpa. He tops the list of my all time favorite people. See most people who know him think that he is the strong silent type. He is not known for outward expressions, smiling, or excessive talking. But, I know him a little differently.
I know him as the grandpa who played gin with me for hours, taught me to love country music while dancing around the living room, loved to have me over to do my homework, taught me how to drive, rushed to the Ponderosa for the early-bird special, quoted Elvis, took me down to the beach every day to see the dolphins, hummed Red River Valley, watched the fireworks on Fourth of July, went to the grand opening of the Winn-Dixie, helped mom make my prom corsage out of orchids, and loved me like crazy…
So next week, when I see him and he barely knows who I am, it won’t matter. I know who he is, even if he has the rest of the world fooled.
I know him as the grandpa who played gin with me for hours, taught me to love country music while dancing around the living room, loved to have me over to do my homework, taught me how to drive, rushed to the Ponderosa for the early-bird special, quoted Elvis, took me down to the beach every day to see the dolphins, hummed Red River Valley, watched the fireworks on Fourth of July, went to the grand opening of the Winn-Dixie, helped mom make my prom corsage out of orchids, and loved me like crazy…
So next week, when I see him and he barely knows who I am, it won’t matter. I know who he is, even if he has the rest of the world fooled.
Here is one from the memory book:
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