We went to Texas for GYC after Christmas and I was
determined to go see my grandfather who lives just a few hours away. He has not
really been a part of my life and I haven't seen him for about 19 years I
think. I was just a little thing when we visited his house once, yet I have
distinct memories about the sights and smells of those few hours.
My Dad's dad is in his late 80's now and I don't
really know how much time I might have left. I figured this might be as close
as I will get in the near future, so I grabbed the opportunity. It also
happened to be 3 days after the passing of my Mom’s dad—the only grandfather I
have even known, and for this reason it meant so much more.
I arrived near midnight and felt bad that they had
to come and get me so late, but they didn't want me in a bus station alone.
They said they were afraid they wouldn't recognize me, but as soon as I stepped
off the bus, there was no mistaking the family resemblance.
The next day I spent a few hours with my
grandfather and his sweet wife. He recounting war stories and she filling in
histories about their families. I enjoyed their company and all the old family
pictures. The hours flew by too quickly and all too soon it was time to
leave.
I got some photos of and with my grandfather
despite his protests that it would break my camera. However, somewhere between
then and when I next checked, the memory card got lost, so all I have are a
couple cellphone pics.
A drawing my grandfather made when he was young
A family photo
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