grandpa

This head of mine is running everywhere this weekend! I'm up, and then I'm down. And then right back up again. I had this really rough evening on Friday. I began thinking of the past, and all the awesome memories I had with my grandfather. My grandpa. I was thinking how we used to go fishing...and how I hated the fishing part, but loved spending the afternoon with him. I remember the drive every summer to CF camp. The gravel road that seemed to go forever. And his impatience grew as long. Going to Odd Lots because he loves a good deal. A good deal for him can be the topic of discussion anytime of day, meal, or sitting. His generosity to me. He is not a saint, and I know that..But for me he is who I talk to. He is the most important person I have in my life. He continues to amaze me with all he knows. His independence in its own is fantastic. The man drives everywhere. He fixes anything. And he tells a story- which I'll be honest, would hold ZERO of my attention if it weren't for his enthusiasm and sparkling blue eyes. When he speaks to me, he speaks with the utmost respect for me. It was Wednesday afternoon that he picked me up from the hospital- I felt horrible even having him driving all the way to children's to pick me up, but he insisted...Well, he has lost a second tooth. His skin seems to have grayed in the past few months. A contrast from his reddish skin tone I was always familiar with. I became worried. This is the first time in my life, I felt like he is getting older. It hurts a lot. I would be devastated without him. I don't know if he knows the impact he has on me.. The absolute admiration, and unconditional love I have for this man. My grandpa is my dad. He has been there from my most vulnerable state, to now. And he never changes... He has remained a steady rock of emotional support and trust for me.

Best trip I ever went on? A Washington D.C. trip to see my uncle and aunt. We drove there, and stopped along to way to see forts, and battlefields. I was sporting the Hanson long haired hippie look and a bowling shit..and looked like street trash.. We saw the Mars rock, Aretha Franklin singing outside the Mall. We rode the subway, and the train. Best times ever ....