No. 005: To My Grandpa
Monet's The Artist's Garden at Vétheuil (1880)
“I hope I’m still making you proud.”
It is hard to put into words the lasting influence you’ve had on me. Growing up, nothing beat the excitement of your visits. Your sense of humor taught me to enjoy life and not take things too seriously. I still laugh thinking about poking you in the stomach—even though I eventually learned you didn't love it, the sound you made always kept me giggling.
Though our time together was too short, I cherish the memories we shared. I remember looking up to see you on the sidelines of my games, cheering me on; I always played my hardest just to impress you. More than sports, you taught me the value of treating others with respect, kindness, and love. The fact that I’ve never heard a single person say a negative word about you speaks volumes about the man you were.
That’s why I froze when Mom called me at summer sports camp to say you were nearing the end. I was away from home, surrounded by people, and suddenly filled with emotions I couldn't explain or understand. When she offered to hold the phone to your ear so I could say goodbye, I was scared. I didn’t want that to be our last conversation, and I had no idea what to say. I cried as I told her I’d pass, asking her instead to just tell you how much I loved you.
I felt awful then, and I’ve never quite shaken the regret of that decision. I’m writing this now to finally say the things I couldn't then. Thank you for the example you set and for a childhood filled with laughter. You truly were one of a kind. I love and miss you very much, Grandpa. I hope I’m still making you proud.
Submitted by: Anonymous