thoughts

[nuleadman]

My grandfather is dying. And it's really weird. I've already lost two grandparents and while I felt sad, I didn't really get very emotional. And this time, it was the same for a while. But then I remembered something that all of a sudden made me so sad. He used to make the best chicken soup in the world. Any of you out there who thinks that you're grandparent makes the best soup, well, you're just plain wrong. This was sooo good, I would eat the entire half-gallon container he would give me at a time. And I just realized how I would never taste the soup ever again. One of the best things in life gone. And for some reason, that little thing made me feel something. I wish I had gotten to know him better. I wish I could have asked him more questions about his life. I wish I could have golfed with him once. I wish I could have learned how to cook the chicken soup. Because if I had, I could have this thing to remember him by. But right now, when his soup goes, I feel that he truly goes.

I've played taps too many times too early in my life. Who will play taps for me? Will my grandson? And I wonder what little thing HE'LL miss about ME.

Anyway, back to my paper...