I was going through the picture boxes out in my garage. You know the boxes that you say you will eventually put into scrapbook form but just never get there. I have been saying this for as long as I have known Paul. I will one of these day.
I found a picture of me and my grandfather.Walter was his name. A child of immigrants form Italy. My Nona was pregnant with my grandfather when she came to the country. That is asides the point.
In the picture I was sitting with him in his recliner. How I cherished our snuggle time. My grandfather was sick for most of my life. He hid it pretty well. I remember going to the hospital and seeing him there. I am pretty sure this was taken after one of those many trips for chemo. He had an apple and a box of crackers. His usual snack. I am instantly transported back to this image like a video tape playing in my mind. I hold the picture and smile. I can remember his smell of old spice. How he laughed until he cried. His love the Giants didn’t waiver. I remember the pair of claw slippers he wore and how much my grandmother hated them so. What I remember most is our Wednesdays.
Wednesdays he would drag his tired body out of bed and come get me after school from my moms work. Every Wednesday we would go and play golf. I would drive the cart and he would play. He loved to golf. I would go and walk Bortz road and collect him extra balls. Wouldn’t believe the buckets we found as kids. After he was finished. We would hop back in his ugly Brown Ford Taurus and go to McDonald’s. I would call my mom from his gigantic car phone to let her know we did good.
I didn’t realize how much I missed him until I found that picture and was transported back to those memories. Left me wondering if he would get along with Paul. I believe he would like him minus his love of Dallas. My grandfather hated Dallas fans and would tell you so. I wonder how he spoiled my boys would be by him. I am sure just as much as I was. I can say the sun rose and set over me. I was his light.
I remember right before he passed how sick he was. He had a 24 hour chemo pack. He was yellow and I was scared of him for glowing. I made my mom buy him this balloon that if you ran your nails down the strings it would talk. I found one that said morning sunshine. How he loved it so.
There is a point to these memories. That I hope my children look back on their memories and have the same happiness I felt. I loved my grandfather like no other and no one was as good as he was. When I chose to marry Paul, I knew I was marrying someone capable as much love as he had. Who loved life as much as he did. I just want that for my kids. I think we have a good start to that. I am so glad my grandfather gave me the love of traveling. That was a must. I cant believe he has been gone for 17 years already.
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