the one with my grandpa's memory

Feb 28, 2007 22:23

My grandpa died when I was four. And I really don't remember much of him except a few times where I'd sit on his lap complaining about having to watch golf with him.
I'm sad that I never knew him... But his death never really got to me.
Anyway, my grandma was cleaning out her guest room today because she's painting it and she excavated some belongings from like 12 years ago before my grandpa died.
She told me about it today at dinner and I could just tell that it had made her so sad. She really misses him. And it makes me sad that she misses him so much. And that I never got to really get to know him. He was obviously such a great man, and I never was able to really talk to him. I guess in that way, I miss him.
So she found a few shirts and a rubix cube (he was a cuber apparently :D) and some cuff links. My grammy asked if I ever got anything from my grandpa and i said no. We decided that I would get a pair of his cuff links that I can give to my future husband.
I like that. The idea of the person I'm going to marry getting something from a man who was so great. Like he's getting his approval or something. Everyone says my grandpa adored his grand children. This way it's like he's protecting me. It feels weird to say that I miss someone I hardly knew. But I really do. I miss having the opportunity to sit on his lap and complain about how boring golf is to watch. And I miss when grammy wasn't so lonely and sad.
-me
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