It has always been my job to open doors for them along the way. My grandfather is very fat.
I remember there was one time that my brother drove my grandfather back to the retirement home, and I rode along.
My brother always understood my grandfather. He rarely got angry at him
unless my grandfather said something mean about my mom or sister or made a scene in public.
I remember it was snowing really hard, and it was very quiet. Almost peaceful.
And my grandfather calmed down and started talking a different kind of talk.
He told us that when he was sixteen, he had to leave school because his dad died, and someone had to support the family.
He talked about the time when he had to go to the mill three times a day to see if there was any work for him.
And he talked about how cold it was. And how hungry he was because he made sure his family always ate before him.
Things he said we just wouldn’t understand because we were lucky.
Then, he talked about his daughters, my mom and Aunt Helen. “I know how your mom feels about me. I know Helen, too.”
There was one time… I went to the mill… no work… none.I came home at two in the morning… pissed and pissed…
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