Jul 12, 2007 14:14
Today I found out that a great man died.
For the 18 years I lived in Elwood, he was my next door neighbor, the father of the people that lived across the creek. When my brother and I were bored, he and his wife would play dominoes with us on their kitchen table. He did the crossword puzzle every single day of his life, and at the age of 90 he was as mentally capable as he was when I knew him 20 years ago. While he was in his 80s, my parents used to get up really early (like 5am) to beat him to the yard work to keep him from doing it himself.
For a kid who never knew her real grandparents he was everything a grandpa should have been, even though he had no actual investment in me or my familiy.
That's why every kid in the neighborhood, to this day, calls him Grandpa Barnett, and always will.