I wish I would have had more time with my Grandfather, he would call me very day, even when I could barely say anything, as I was only a baby when he started. He would always talk about how he would give me a ride in one of his construction machines.
One day (4 years old) I was walking to the apartment complex pool with my mom and before I got in, my mom was called back in and of course I had to go back with her. I don’t t remember anything after that. All I know is he stopped calling. I didn’t know why.
Every day on my way to day care my mother would cry.
Months passed. We went to travel to visit family (he used to live with them) and I asked if I would see him. She had to explain that, he was in heaven with god. I cried in my pink overalls and hugged her. I did not know exactly knew what it meant at the time.
I can tell you this, to this day I still remember calling him, and I remember because he was a great man. Unfortunately alcohol took his life away.
All that matters is the lesson and love that person gave you. Just as long as they loved you, it will leave a good message in you. He was a good man trapped in a horrible addiction but I can tell you this. I have another grandfather who does not even to bother to know how I am doing, or his own son for that matter. He is still alive but he is more dead to me that the one that is. Because even though the the good one passed. His message stayed with me.
( I hope you dance, was a message he left me in a vhs tape recording, I hope you do too).