Tuesday, September 19, 2006
Every Christmas of my childhood my dad's dad would call my brother and I and read us "The Night Before Christmas." I rarely saw him. He left my grandmother when my dad was my age, and moved down to Georgia. He died when I was in high school. Cancer. My dad looks like him. I look like me dad. My dad left my mom when I was 13. Now he lives in Georgia. I wonder if he will call my kids every Christmas and read to them over the phone.
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I refer to my dad's dad as "my dad's dad," too. (Katie finds this strange, which I understand.)
My dad's dad died just a few months ago. I saw him maybe 5 or 6 times when I was younger. He once he gave me and my brother each a Walkman-like AM/FM radio (but without a tape player) called a "Hi-Stepper." I didn't use it very often, but I liked getting the gift. I don't think I ever gave him a gift or wrote him a card or performed any real grandson routines. I'm not sure I ever hugged him, for example.
Anyway, I'm still very close with my grandparents (my mom's parents), who I'm happy to say are both alive. I got to celebrate their 60th wedding anniversary with them in early July, in Indianapolis.
Also, apropos of nothing, I'd love to hear your brainstorms for the title of a crude futures song-album. Click "brian" to be whisked to the page on the c.f. site where you can suggest titles. You can also read other people's suggestions, some of which I think are really good. There are some bad ones, too. THAT IS LIFE.
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