He is in my thoughts often,
especially when I'm going through a rough time.
I think about him and feel protected.
That everything will be OK.
And, even when it's not, it will be.
He passed away over 50 years ago,
but I still remember him
as if it were yesterday.
He was a very tall man.
(It's funny I remember that the most.)
He was like a giant to me.
Whenever he came to visit
I would see his head
towering over the top of the curtain
to ring the bell.
Most people could only dream of jumping high enough to touch it.
I was named after my grandmother, his wife,
and I think that's why I was special to him.
At least that's what I've been told.
He came to visit us often and always brought presents for my brother and me.
I wish I could remember more, but that's all.
I carry my grandfather with me wherever I go.
Cross posted to Two Writing Teachers Slice of Life March Challenge, Day #23.