Grandpa

Yesterday was Thanksgiving.  It was also the day my 95 year old grandfather passed away.  I hadn't seen him in several years.  And hadn't seen him in several years before that visit.

Growing up he lived ten hours away from us.  As an adult, with us living in Arkansas and him and my grandmother in North Dakota, he lived twenty hours away.  I didn't see him often but I remember nothing but good things about him.  I never heard a cross word from his mouth and he was the kindest man I ever knew.  I wish I'd known him better.  Looking back at old pictures, I wish I'd known more about him when he was young.

In the last letter I received from him, last spring, he expressed how much he'd love to meet the Monster.  His only great-grandchild.  I wish I'd made that happen.