Thursday, November 26, 2009
Dear Grandpa,
I'm sad you had to leave us, but I know it's for the best. It was almost as if you knew it was your time on Friday. After some talk about me putting your teeth in (maybe one day that will make sense to me), you asked me to put your radio on, turn the lights off, and go take care of Mother. That was the last we talked. I told you to stay out of trouble, and I'd see you in two weeks.
When growing up, you always gave me a loonie whenever I came over. You made sure chocolate milk was on the table at Christmas. You took me fishing and let me sit closer to the fire when we were up at the trailer. You always offered to cook me eggs - but only if I was up at 6am when you cooked your own.
You told me to eat my vegetables - they would put hair on my chest.
You called me when I grew older to let me know when chocolate milk was on sale, and where, even if the store wasn't close by, you still called.
You've got a good spot at the cemetery. A place where you can visit the birds, but still keep an eye on the traffic on the road.
Don't worry about us. We'll be ok down here. Life will be different, but we'll be ok in the end.
And we'll take care of Mother.
Stay outta trouble wherever you land.
Love Melissa
