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Dear Grampa

July 26, 2011

with Grampa in 2007

Hey Grampa,

It’s been one year and I still miss you, you know.  I’m sure you’d tell me to stop that, or shoo me away with your arms.  But I still do!  I’m sorry I couldn’t say anything for your memorial service, or the day we buried you, but me, I’m a teary mess … Even now!  When I go to see Grammy, I still think you’ll be sitting there watching TV.  I can still see you laughing.  I miss it.  No one else laughs so fully and contentedly.  How come you never told us you were the smartest kid in first grade?!  That story made me laugh, although I guess we should have known.

Our birthday was hard.  I was definitely a special kid being able to say that I shared my birthday with you (and Nancy too of course). I was trying so hard to be happy!  I mean, after all, it was my very first NFL game, but it’s hard when you weren’t around.  It was so cool being there though.  There were a couple birthdays we weren’t together while I was in college, but that was because of tennis and nothing else!  Did you hear that Grammy thought I should be happy since I didn’t have to share anymore?  I understand where she was coming from, but sharing is what made my our birthday so wonderful.

Were you there to greet Buddy?  I hope so!  I’m guessing that you were.  I was so mad at dad that night for continually leaving the performance to answer his phone.  Then I looked up at the balcony and this man captivated my attention.  He was your mirror image.  And then dad got the call that Buddy died.  What a horrible horrible night.  But I’m guessing you knew that.  Is he still funny?  I hope so; he always could put a smile on anyone’s face.  I can just picture you now, sitting with him and he’s up to his usual antics and you’re just laughing at him.  And it’s perfect.

Boy Genius is working on his multiplication tables right now, and Girl Genius is working on addition.  He thinks this isn’t fair, but we remind him that he wasn’t practicing multiplication going into kindergarten.  They are still so funny and you would love the stories.  But I bet now you get to see what I was talking about.  And when I was talking to you about them, I wasn’t even fully comfortable.  I finally felt like I knew what I was doing at the end of last summer.  This winter I found a good new recipe which called for corn flakes to be used as breading for chicken.  And then later that week Boy Genius asked for bananas and corn flakes for breakfast.  I’m pretty sure I started crying on the spot!  Did you do that on purpose!? I called mom later that day to tell her, and she said “just like Grampa!”

I guess the biggest thing in my life since you left is this blog.  What do you think?  I hope you like it. What I wouldn’t give for you to be able to tell me what you think.  These people are amazing!  Which I’m sure you know.  Were you shocked when I went to Kentucky, on Derby weekend?  I bet if you could’ve picked one of your grandkids to go, it wouldn’t have been me!

I guess that’s it for now.  It’s hard to sum up a year in one short letter!  I know you were here so much longer than you thought you’d be, and you leaving us wasn’t a surprise, but it still doesn’t make it any easier.

I miss you, and I love you.

Briley

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3 Comments leave one →
  1. July 26, 2011 9:21 AM

    This letter is so sweet, Briley.

  2. July 27, 2011 9:40 AM

    What a touching letter. He’s with you always. ((hugs))

  3. July 27, 2011 1:48 PM

    I just happened across your blog and this is such a touching, moving letter. Thank you for sharing it.

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