Happy Birthday, Grandpop!
Today, would’ve been my grandpop’s seventy-seventh birthday… God, I miss him. You know, I woke up this morning and I swear I could hear his voice singing in that out of tune way, “Laura Marie, my Laura Marie.” Then I walk over to turn on the light, and by the candy bowl was a butterscotch candy just lying there on the table… Butterscotch was his favorite. Finally, I turn on the T.V. and there’s a western on, his favorite type of movie. I almost cried.
I sit here and I think, “Would he be proud of me?” I don’t get an answer anymore. I used to, but now… now, I don’t know. But I do know one thing… that he is, and always will be, in my heart. No matter what, I will wake up every day, and know that I am a better person for having such a wonderful man in my life.
This one’s for you Grandpop:
Lady’s and Gentlemen, take my advice! Pull down your pants, and slide on the ice!
The Fiction Writer