Letter to my son: Grandpa
Dear Rerun,
This should probably wait til you're a little older, but I figured at this point you're pretty much a captive audience. That's just the way life in the uterus is.
When you come in to this world, you're going to have a lot of people to get to know and names to put with faces. Obviously, momma and dada are (hopefully) near the top of your list, somewhere just behind "Aunt Payton." Shortly thereafter - or possibly even before - will come the words Papa. Congratulations - you've found the word that will get you something out of the cookie jar every single time.
One of your Grandpa's you will know right from the start. I'll give you a hint - he'll be the one putting a fishing rod in your hands before you even know what a fish is. He'll also be the one responsible for blinding you with the flash of his camera. This is mommy's dad, and it's very important not to pee on him too much - he's got a convertible.
Your other Grandpa, well, it's gonna be a while before you know him. Sorta. You see, many years ago, that Grandpa - daddy's dad - got a call. Not a phone call, or as they'll say by the time you're here, a cellphone call. And not the one Mommy will most likely be yelling throughout the neighborhood when it's dark and dinner's getting cold. In fact, nobody else heard the call but him. It was God, saying something about like, "Time to go, Larry."
Yes, Grandpa was named after a stooge. And it fit.
You see, Dad - that's Grandpa to you - was a cut-up, and one of the best. He constantly kept his friends and family laughing. He had a love for the game of baseball - it is your destiny, son. He loved cars and motorcycles. He had a knack for fixing things, anything. He loved electronics. Believe it or not, he even loved videogames - this too, is your destiny, my little padawan.
But most of all, son, he had a passion for God and for putting his faith in to action. He could talk church and scripture with the best of them, but wouldn't bat an eye at putting some sweat in to spreading the Gospel. He loved people, and engaged everybody, even total strangers, in conversation.
I realize that you're a bit young for all of this. For you, growing up and seeing one Grandpa will be the norm. But at some time, I know you're going to ask about him, your other Grandpa - the one you'll most likely have only seen in pictures and in videos. I just hope that one day you realize, like I already have, that there's somebody here that, for better and worse, is just like him.
And that's me.
This should probably wait til you're a little older, but I figured at this point you're pretty much a captive audience. That's just the way life in the uterus is.
When you come in to this world, you're going to have a lot of people to get to know and names to put with faces. Obviously, momma and dada are (hopefully) near the top of your list, somewhere just behind "Aunt Payton." Shortly thereafter - or possibly even before - will come the words Papa. Congratulations - you've found the word that will get you something out of the cookie jar every single time.
One of your Grandpa's you will know right from the start. I'll give you a hint - he'll be the one putting a fishing rod in your hands before you even know what a fish is. He'll also be the one responsible for blinding you with the flash of his camera. This is mommy's dad, and it's very important not to pee on him too much - he's got a convertible.
Your other Grandpa, well, it's gonna be a while before you know him. Sorta. You see, many years ago, that Grandpa - daddy's dad - got a call. Not a phone call, or as they'll say by the time you're here, a cellphone call. And not the one Mommy will most likely be yelling throughout the neighborhood when it's dark and dinner's getting cold. In fact, nobody else heard the call but him. It was God, saying something about like, "Time to go, Larry."
Yes, Grandpa was named after a stooge. And it fit.
You see, Dad - that's Grandpa to you - was a cut-up, and one of the best. He constantly kept his friends and family laughing. He had a love for the game of baseball - it is your destiny, son. He loved cars and motorcycles. He had a knack for fixing things, anything. He loved electronics. Believe it or not, he even loved videogames - this too, is your destiny, my little padawan.
But most of all, son, he had a passion for God and for putting his faith in to action. He could talk church and scripture with the best of them, but wouldn't bat an eye at putting some sweat in to spreading the Gospel. He loved people, and engaged everybody, even total strangers, in conversation.
I realize that you're a bit young for all of this. For you, growing up and seeing one Grandpa will be the norm. But at some time, I know you're going to ask about him, your other Grandpa - the one you'll most likely have only seen in pictures and in videos. I just hope that one day you realize, like I already have, that there's somebody here that, for better and worse, is just like him.
And that's me.
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