I cant believe its been 5 years since I heard my Grandfather call me kid. I swear a piece of my heart stopped beating that day. I still miss his practical jokes, pulling our bikini strings when he would walk by, pushing his cold Coors light against your bare back on a hot summer day, handstands on the chimney, pulling the fire alarm at 5am Christmas morn, fishing, picking oranges out back in fla, dancing at a bar at 85 when we went for a beer one afternoon just us, being pissed at me all day if I beat him at cards, cutting off blood suckers with his pocket knife, jumping off the dock in the lake fully clothed, building wooden toys in the shop together listening to Frank Sinatra, the way he would answer the phone shes not here!! (About my grandmother) and even the scolding I got from him for staying out and worrying my parents because disappointing him was worse than any punishment. He was my Grandfather but he was more like my dad and whenever something good or bad happens I still want to pick up that phone and tell him. I feel so blessed I had so many years with him and selfish for wanting just one more minute. On this day five years ago his last words to me were I love you too, kid i knew that was the end because he would always say me too. How blessed was I to have that moment. How cyclical that on my first day of life in that very hospital he held me in his arms and on his last I held him. Life is beautiful, people...feeling blessed : )
Posted on: Sun, 08 Jun 2014 03:57:38 +0000
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