a reply to: Onlyyouknow
My mysterious Grandfather who passed just before this whole Covid thing hit.
An often self proclaimed athiest who I only recently found out was an ordained minister when finding old belongings in the attic.
A classically trained musician and successful member of a brass band that toured all over the place which was apparently a big deal way back. I
remember him showing me everything from accordians to violins, pianos, fiddles, trumpets, trumbones... endless instruments in his study on the one
side and endless newspaper clippings, books, drawings, calligraphy writings neatly stacked.
He would always tell me to read books because they cant change what they put in writing, he gave me a pen with disappearing ink and told me to write
anything I want with it and a whole bunch of paper. So I did... and the ink disappeared... then he took the paper back and after a bit came back with
the paper and everything I had written showing. Don't write what you really feel about anything ever! You can't take it back or trust anyone else to
see your viewpoint like you do. Would show me war newspaper clippings and explain propoganda on either side, then bring in today's paper and show the
contradictions with the same stories etc alongside dusting off an old nlp book or similar to link it to how it leans or influences the reader. He
talked a lot about the mind.
Lot of other stories that at the time just seemed fun for a grandkid but almost everything he did was a lesson.
Then one day absolutely out of the blue when visiting him. He came down as usual but this time paused, and told me that he was far too busy to waste
his time chatting to me, that I knew where the door was and once id finished saying goodbye to my gran im free to leave. At the time I was absolutely
shocked, was the complete opposite of the person I thought I knew but now with age I consider it a lesson on the impermanence of all relationships in
the end. Taught me to appreciate what you do have when you have it instead of wanting more and more.
Everyone else in the family consider him a horrible man. He was very withdrawn, cold, distant sometimes for months, even a year or just over and would
only come down for tea and mealtimes before saying he was too busy, you would hear music notes being played continually, he would write music or piece
an idea together or not come out until he understood something. Out of nowhere he would suddenly come out and be around just as long before repeating
The day before he passed he came downstairs and said to my Gran "here's my stuff, that's me going to go back upstairs to lie down and die." before
kissing her head.
However, the next day he came back down, sat in his chair and said he was so sure he was going to die, that it was his time. He was laughing away
chattering for a few hours then he said he was just going upstairs for a moment. Went into his beloved dusty old study and passed away on his
I still find out more about his life to this day as the older private generation is passing, the younger ones are sharing information now. I still
think he was maybe autistic or something similar when my own father speaks about his upbringing not being the best but regardless my grandfather
taught me more in the short time I had with him to stimulate my mind than any other source in childhood. Grateful to him for it.
Hope you don't mind me sharing a big story there. Did not intend my reply to be so long either but once the fingers started typing it came out. I was
in a flow state
Edit: PS: if he was still here I would love to hear his take on Covid19. I just realised he was the second oldest person I have known as my gran just
passed a few months back but you get the picture
edit on 14-8-2021 by XXXN3O because: (no reason given)