grandpa

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for forty years I’ve been

coming down,

to the little town bordering

tracks and river.

early on, the animal pelts hung stiff

from the rafters,

this city-girl averted

her glance… until

grandma greeted,

with you behind, in tow.

your bear hug,

encircled my frame,

I assumed you were quieter

like your son,

as grandma gabbed incessantly as

she cooked

simple,

wholesome,

except for desserts

light as air,

we miss her, you and I

but you have learned to cook

George Foreman specials!

every Thursday night

you invite couples,

and singles,

and the lonely,

to grandma’s

checkered tablecloth,

to dine,

they bring a pie…you hope,

you carry the burgers

…serve…

with your massive hands,

the only thing bigger,

is 

your 

heart.

PS  Last week we had a little scare.  Grandpa called 911 because he felt funny and dropped his fork while eating.  He has a small heart episode…scared us.  This 85 year old has adjusted to life without my mother-in-law…it is still hard.  But he would say, “I’ve still got living to do.”  Winter is the hard season, because he can’t be out mowing his lawns.  Love you…Grandpa. xo

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6 thoughts on “grandpa

  1. My dad has had a similar journey transitioning to life without my mom. It took a full year to have him really back and now he’s going strong, until like your Grandpa, he has something.
    Aging is really for the strong.

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  2. “I’ve still got living to do”…what a great attitude. Although he is now alone it sounds like he is anything but lonely. What a great testament to the kind of person he must be. As others have said, “Growing old is not for the weak of heart”.

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