28 January, 2007 | Leave a Comment
He died nine years ago today, but I don’t miss him any less with the passage of time. Ours was a special bond – completely unexplainable, but special. Me, the feisty globe-trotting feminist writer chick, and my grandfather, the Alabama native and Marine, the lover of football and cowboy hats and chewing tobacco and Jack Daniels, were kindred spirits from the day I was born until the day he died in my presence. I was my grandpa’s girl in every way. I adored him and he adored me.
Being a grandfather brought out his best self, made him into the man he should have been all along. In our lives, there are not many people who will love us unconditionally, who will love us no matter what and who’ll do anything for us. We can be loved by a great many people, but very few will ever love us like that.
I am a better person for having been loved by him. And I still feel his love and his energy. I have felt it many times over the past year. He watches over me. I take comfort in that.
Anglofille said @ 2:24 pm | personal | 6 Comments
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CAV Says:
January 28th, 2007 at 3:16 pmI can only hope that my granddaughter will feel that way about me. What a wonderful posting.
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Close and special family bonds last forever. Thanks for sharing
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Fraybie-Baby & Mitchie-ola! Do you want ham & egg gravy or creamed beef?
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Beautiful words. Beautiful feelings.
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Thanks so much for your kind comments everyone. They mean a lot to me. xx
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rebecca Says:
January 31st, 2007 at 6:13 amI have this bond with my grandpa so I can completely understand it. Unfortunately, I know that I’ll miss him just as much as you miss yours after he passes on.
I’m sure he’s keeping an eye on you. I mean, heck… a fantastic apartment fell into your lap after all hell broke loose. I think he pulled some strings for you!
