As you may have guessed, I didn’t take the picture above. In fact, I’m not sure who did. If I were to hazard a guess, I’d say my mom did. See, I’m the cute little one year old holding the puppy while sitting in my great-grandmother’s lap, and this was taken in ’76. If I am to understand correctly, I took my first steps that day. My dad is behind me–he’s a youngin’, isn’t he? The man behind my great-grandmother…that’s my Grandpa. His birthday would have been today.
My Grandpa was a contractor. When I think of him, I think of paint spattered ladders and washing out paint brushes. I think of sweet gum balls on the ground, Fraggle Rock, and Robin Williams as Popeye. I have memories of spaghetti and birthday cake, of a lab named Bilbo Baggins, and of Ruldoph flying over his house on a cold Christmas Eve. I remember him at my father’s college graduation.
He passed away twenty-five years ago–I was only ten. I think he’d be proud of my dad, my mom, me.
His birthday was today.