posted on Jul, 14 2007 @ 05:46 PM
My grandfather was the only male influence in my early life. My father was alway on the ships. Read that as not at home. Granddad taught me mechanics,
carpentry, plumbing, wiring, etc. He died 6 years ago, January past.
He was an intrepid individual. He went to sea when he was 14. He went to war, WW11, as a British soldier, before our country even answered the call.
He suffered from degenerative back injuries from that war. He was on canes in his later years.
From that war came a wife. Nan was a war bride. My mother the only child from their union. I'm the oldest of Mom's kids. GD always called me
"son". He taught me and never judged me, even when I deviated from societies norms, which I did in a major way.
I haven't cried for my Granddad in a few years(I did today though), I miss him a lot. I saw a movie today that reminded me of the connection between
us, Little Big Man. The "missing" REALLY hurt. I remember a lot, and when I do something for myself or my family I always thank him. What I REALLY
miss and can't have is hearing his voice calling me "My son."
I don't expect replies to this, I just miss him and needed to put this out there. He was a GREAT man.
Granddad is gone but Nan is still here.
[edit on 14-7-2007 by intrepid]