Grandaddy’s Birthday

Today, would have been my grandfather’s 97th birthday. When I was a kid I always thought it was so cool that his birthday was exactly a week before mine, I thought that gave us some special connection.
Reflecting back now, I realize how little of a relationship I had with either of my grandfathers. My mother’s father because he died in 1986, and my dad’s father because he just was hard to get close to it. When “grandaddy” would talk and tell stories, it was wonderful. But those moments couldn’t be prompted. Guess he was very laconic, and if you asked tell me a story about X, you got the short version, but when he was ready to talk, he was quite the raconteur (kind of like my son, Jacob, when he wants to talk he never shuts up, but ask him a question and you get one word answers, LOL).
Grandaddy was a real example to do better in your life, both personally and professionally. I know my grandmother misses him, as do the rest of my family. I love you, Grandaddy.
BTW, quite the dapper photo. Found it when Courtney and I were looking through old Funeral Home photos. Doesn’t he look cool!
(Sorry, bad week both personally and professionally, so maybe got a little overwrought earlier when I wrote this)
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