Remembering grandpa

Letter to the Editor

 

There are certain things that compel me to write and this was one of them. Tall, skinny, cowboy boots, wranglers, dress shirt tucked in, keys clipped to his pocket, black cowboy hat, smiling. Today is his 70th birthday.

Published December 6, 2013

The Herald

There are certain things that compel me to write and this was one of them. Tall, skinny, cowboy boots, wranglers, dress shirt tucked in, keys clipped to his pocket, black cowboy hat, smiling. Today is his 70th birthday. Old country playing. He is dancing with everyone. He picks them from the crowd one by one, most of them granddaughters, nieces, grandchildren and his wife. He picks me out of the crowd. Grabs my hand and leads me to the dance floor. The band plays. I look down to the floor to watch his feet. “Two steps forward, one step back,” he comments. I try to keep step. One hand high, one hand around his back. “I’m glad you came,” he said. I smile. I remember waltzing with my grandfather. My shoes off, just sliding around the dance floor at my wedding. Today Pete is everyone’s grandfather, and I miss mine for the first time in a long time.

Love, your granddaughter

 

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