I've thought of him today. My dad left this place on the day my daughter graduated from high school. Five years ago -- This weekend my daughter celebrates her fifth reunion at college. He was fond of all his grandchildren, taking delight in 'pranking' them and they him. He enjoyed watched my son's baseball games - as they both played 'second base' - a family phrase that still conjures up delights and stories.
I found this quote from Shel Silverstein, one of my children's favorite authors/poets when they were younger. Thought I would share this today.
Said the little boy, "Sometimes I drop my spoon."
Said the old man, "I do that too."
The little boy whispered, "I wet my pants."
"I do that too," laughed the little old man.
Said the little boy, "I often cry."
The old man nodded, "So do I."
"But worst of all," said the boy, "it seems
Grown-ups don't pay attention to me."
And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.
"I know what you mean," said the little old man.
The Little Boy and the Old Man, Shel Silverstein