the black pocket comb
i wasn’t sure how to title or start this post, so i apologize if it’s misleading, but i needed to share some personal feelings this evening. my grandad passed away on saturday afternoon. he had been in bad shape for a month or so, but took a turn for the worse on friday evening. i was lucky enough to sit with him saturday morning and tell him goodbye.
he was a hell of a guy. he never treated me like a child (or at least i didn’t think so). when i was a kid and would spend the night at their house, he and i would go to the mall for a burger and milkshake and then to the movies. he loved schwartzenegger movies. he took me to see total recall in the theater when i was nine years too young to be there. we never told my parents. and when i got old enough to drink, i would go sit on his front porch, drink a beer, and talk about life. there was something so amazing about having a drink with him. i’m going to miss him so much.
if you’re wondering why i mentioned the black pocket comb, it’s because i noticed one in the pocket of his pajamas on saturday. it’s a good representation of the man that he was: simple, understated, and classic. he lived 93 great years. i hope i’m that lucky. i miss you already, grandad.