My Grampa is 90. He is the kindest man I know. I have never heard an unkind word or negavtive thought come out of him mouth. His health is impeccable. His health history is limited to some college wrestling injuries. His mind is as sharp as it ever was and he used words like "whipper snapper" and "derelict" in regular conversation.
The only problem with him is that he lives in California.
It didn't seem so far as a kid. Dad's parents always came to visit us. Even with all the miles between us, their presence as grandparents was always among us. As we grew and started our own families the visits became tough.Before long it had been 10 years, maybe more, since I had seem my California Grandparents. Then Gramma passed away late summer 3 years ago. She was the first grandparent I lost and it hit me. They aren't going to live forever.
I wish I could say that I bought a ticket to the west coast and spent ample time soaking up the knowledge of my Grampa, but its not true. I didn't do anything. I thought about family a lot. I wished we were all closer, but thats it. Grampa was the one who bought the ticket and flew to the east coast and came to my little sisters wedding.
He met Adi when she was about 10 months old. He called her "Little Red". My dad was always "Red" to him.
|Grampa picked me this rose|
Belay was in heaven! There is nothing this boy likes more than a good Apa. And he had 3 of them all together. The original Apa (my dad) my grampa (Apa Apa) and my uncle Tom (Apa Tom).
What a lucky boy to have these men in his life.