In
a semi-whiney voice: “I’m
surprised you haven’t written any posts about your dad!”
- Says
the mother of my father, and one of my most favorite people in the whole entire
universe – my grandma!
Biased a little…yes.
So here you go grandma: you are an 84 (or maybe 85, I lose track) year old version of me! More than once a week I call and come to find
out we are doing the same thing, but you have popcorn accompanying your
wine.
We read books more
frequent and faster than most.
We say what’s on our mind
before thinking of others’ feelings (or possibly not caring).
We love life (even the
most boringest of days) like it’s our job, and we can talk about absolutely
nothing for hours while entertaining ourselves more than anyone else can.
Yes. I love you grandma more than most people in
the world (you know this because we’ve talked about most); you’re so much more
than my drinking buddy, confidante, girlfriend, and “sweet” (ha) old grandma –
you’re my dad’s mom!
You’re too right my dad is
something. No, he’s not the indestructible, all-knowing,
super human I once thought he was – he’s far better.
He’s sensitive, sarcastic,
and so special (sometimes yes, in that
way). He quietly observes, and only adds
to the conversation when he really has something to say (SO opposite of us). He goes
out of his way and above and beyond the call of duty for those he really and
truly cares about - which are few and far between (much like us), but if you’re lucky enough to be on the receiving
end, you really feel as if you’re the only person that matters right then in
the world.
He knows how to really
enjoy life – whether that’s fishing alone, or eating and drinking with friends
and family.
He’s more loyal than any
of the best dogs.
He’s funny. So funny. I wish more people saw this side of him – but
again it’s reserved for those closest.
He’s one of the hardest workers I’ve ever met. And best of all, when he’s happy (and ornery)
that sparkle you love so much in his eyes grandma - never leaves.
I could go on forever –
modest, ethical, friendly (well - with
babies and dogs), honest (when not
golfing), a guy’s guy, smart, permanently tan, etc. But best of all he’s all mine (or at least
that’s how I feel) because he:
- Will always drop everything and rearrange his life to pack and move me (to-date: at least 6 times).
- Takes in my dogs and cats, all while complaining, but really loving them as his own (he now delivers and picks-up too!).
- Spent every one of his birthdays for a good 10 years in the cold (which he hates) and in costume (which he really hates). Happy Halloween. Um I mean birthday dad.
- Has never said no, no matter the time of day to: picking me up, fixing something, or taking me somewhere (obviously I’ve lived a post childhood life of unreliable cars and apartments).
- Growing up he did everything in the world to provide us with all the silly and “oh so important” teenage “needs”. Even though I now know we weren’t – I always felt like millionaires.
- Paid for four years of college for me. To his ultimate rival.
- Has only yelled at me twice. And both times I really deserved it. Really.
- Makes the best chipped beef on toast in the world.
- Oh, and did I mention he has touched and lifted every item I own. Six times.
- Finally, I know that if I ever need anything (absolutely anything) I know he’ll do it without any questions asked (sounds very mafia-like, but oh so true).
Yup. You Smith’s are
really something. I always wished I was
from those big families with all the crazies – but you know what I don’t need
it. I have drama-free wonderful role models in my life (that are still a bit
crazy).
I’m so lucky. I can’t say
it enough. I know. I have a great life. All because I had the best people in
the world raising me. I can never pay
any of you back. And let’s be honest, I never will ;) So let’s just chalk this one up to “paying it
forward”. I love you all.
And there you have it
grandma – anyone else you need me to include in this lovefest?!
A
grandmother is a little bit parent, a little bit teacher, and a little bit best
friend.
~Author Unknown
He
didn't tell me how to live; he lived, and let me watch him do it.
~Clarence Budington Kelland
