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My mom called earlier tonight telling me my dad's dad (I guess I could say grandpa) had a 3rd stroke. He's fine- I mean as well as an 87 year old man could be after having a 3rd stroke. My mom said he looked somewhat "angelic."
He'd lost a lot of weight and his skin is baby butt smooth.
So that got me thinking and remembering. I have bits and peices of memories of him.
You know, normal grandparent type stuff- him yelling at a 7 year old me to get out of the way of the TV cause the football game was on. Him saying things like "Oh for cryin' out loud!" Eating cheesecake, cheeseballs and Hershey Minis (he'd always share but we were never aloud to touch the Special Dark). How he once made <strike>my brother</strike> us a video tape full of Disney movies, Snoopy movies, little cartoons.... His Navy tattoo. His loud booming voice that could be heard on Jupiter.
But one memory sticks out in my mind and I have no idea why. Probably because thinking back I'm pretty sure my parents told him to take us out and kill us. Haha!
How we got to tis place I'm not sure- but somehow we were at this huge place of scrap wood. I mean there was just huge pile of wood.
Not logs. Not 2x4s. A huge pile of different sizes of wood- all splintered. None of it usable- I mean unless you were a child. Ohhh the forts and houses we could make with it! There was a building and walked up soem stairs to go in the side door.
We waited outside not aloud to move or touch anything.
...and then we went back to his house where we had cheesecake and gingerale.
It seeed like they always had cheesecake and gingerale. And a giant pot of chili on the stove.
But what we were doing at a building next to a giant pile of wood I'll never know.
I like to think he either went there to rough someone up, ask about a job, or give someone money.
Or my parents sent him there to Hansel and Gretal us and leave us.
Most people think these things about their grandparents, right?
But he was- still is- a huge mystery and to be honest I've always been terrified of him. I dare you to enter in his line of sight while a football game is on! Seriously, try it- you'll realize later you've lost a limb.
But all these things make him somewhat endearing. Besides- I love a good mystery- so as unsure of him as I am, I'm fascinated and hold memories of him close.
Besides, everytime I eat Hershey Minis and cheeseballs I think of him.
