While I sit here writing this, listening to “Put it Together” by Langhorne Slim & The Law I can’t help but think of my Grandfather. He’d be turning 98 & I wish he was around to call to wish him a Happy Birthday. With Easer just passing I can’t help but think of him, my Grandfather loved when Easter fell on his birthday, & while this year it was three days off, I figure, “Hey, close enough”.
I received an email from Shutterfly showing me pictures from three years ago from this time of year. The pictures they sent were of my Grandfather with me & my wife from Palm Sunday. My mother called me tonight to say hello then to remind me that Grandpa’s birthday was here. I told her I remembered. Of course I would, I couldn’t forget it.
It’s interesting that when I was younger I was very quiet but when I got older I really began to talk to my Grandfather more. I’d ask him questions about being born in 1919, the things he saw in life, the things he witnessed. There wouldn’t be a holiday that would pass where I wouldn’t sit by him with my notebook asking him the things I’d think of. When I wasn’t there I’d write a list of questions then give them to my mother to ask him.
I still have the answers, sitting in a notebook I need to write in. Not sure when I’ll do this. Much as I want to I still feel too sad that he’s gone, just like I feel bout Rich. There’re days when I feel good in life, then the days where they’re being gone hits me more powerful than King Kong.
So Happy Birthday to my Grandfather.