Cancel Dear Grandpa, From the time I was young up until now you have always been there for me. Whether it was to walk me to school or get me out of trouble you was still there.
Life goes on and time continues, but when I fully allow myself to dive into the deep abyss of what it is to feel someone's absence, I do not miss you any less than four years ago. I guess this surprises me. We get used to the idea, but maybe we never feel any different.
Today I looked at photographs of you and many were you as a teenager and young man. Of course, this is not the image of you I have in my memories and yet, there you are, with all the expressions that mark you as You, but on a younger face.
I see the mischievous smile, like you are crafting some joke or planning shenanigans.
Or the countenance of a man reflecting his love of life or joy in the present moment. Or the, "I really don't give a hoot about what people think of me. I see the allure, fascination and pride in your profile as you gaze upon a child or grandchild, as if they are too wondrous a creature to turn your head away and towards the camera.
It is these expressions that reconstruct you in my memory.
They are reminders to enjoy life, to not take myself too seriously, to laugh as often as possible, to find the possibility of fun in every situation, to appreciate others, to let go of judgements, to try on a smirk of mirth just to find out how it feels, to wonder about the wonderful, to be iconoclastic in my search for true wisdom, and to spend as much time with my family because they really are some of the best people I have ever met.
Perhaps it is this last thought that is your greatest legacy. Together with Grandmom, you created a clan of people that really do seem to truly enjoy the company of each other. In this ever more fragmented world we have a silver thread that weaves a family together.
We can each be who we are and we can still have the comfort of a family's love. How fortunate we are. Even if I do err on the side of rosy-colored notions on this subject I do believe there is still a treasure of truth in it.
Of course, there are a few photographs of you with expressions that I do not know or understand. I ask myself, "What are you thinking? What side of this man did I not know? Maybe some things are better left that way. Maybe it is a reminder that there are some things we must let go of, a burden not worth carrying any longer.
Today I picked a wildflower, a California Poppy, the state flower and protected by law, illegal to pick. It was one of many in large clumps, and it leaned over the sidewalk from an overgrown yard of a long empty house. I picked it for the hell of it, because it was pretty and it was breaking the law in a harmless way and it made me think of you.
I smiled and went in to my guitar lesson where I learned to play Bluegrass for the first time and I imagined what it would be like to hear you play the spoons again with the song I was learning. I remember one of the last things you said to me with full mental clarity, when it was just me and you, during a moment at my sister's graduation party for which I was back east, before you got sick, you said, "Move back, Kid.
I guess you missed me too. You are gone, but you are with me.A man writes a beautiful letter to his grandfather who has Alzheimer's disease. · In my previous post I mentioned breaking out of my comfort zone and experiencing new things.
I missed Monday's post because of this project which I found hard to do as I wished to keep it from my mother until I completed ashio-midori.com · I'm going to try to get these words out of my heart, but I can't guarantee I can finish this. Tears are hitting my fingers as I type.
I'm not even sure where to start. There's a lot that hasn't ashio-midori.com · Recently, my grandfather had the amazing opportunity to take a very special and life changing trip through the Honor Flight Network. This program flies WWII Veterans and a family member back to Washington D.C., all expenses paid, to view their WWII ashio-midori.com://ashio-midori.com · My wife Susan is now officially “Nana,” and I am now officially “Papa.” Upon Avonlea’s birth, I decided to write her a letter.
Below is an excerpt from ashio-midori.com://ashio-midori.com /ashio-midori.com · My memories are many, I won't bore you, you'll have heard some from your mum and dad I'm sure. But as I lived a long way from you I worried that you might forget me between visits.
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