Sunday, April 10, 2011


To Grandparents.To shopping trips. To Lincoln logs. To grilled cheese. To playing gin. To white zinfandel. To Thanksgiving Dinner. To Christmas Cookies and Pies. To gardening. To my lucky Bamboo plant named Isabel( I’d grow something more complicated than that, but I’d probably kill it.) To words of wisdom. To cooking.

I will probably never be the gardener or the cook that my Grandma Isabel was. That’ll be hard to beat. Maybe one day I’ll be the card player she once was. But perhaps I should just shoot for being the kind of person she was. I think I can do that. I’ll be as good a grandparent as she was because she showed me what it means to be a good grandparent. Grandpa Pete said that his grandkids didn’t owe him anything; we just had to pay it forward to the next generation. I’ll never forget the lessons of fair play and love I learned from my grandparents. I’ll always remember how grandma and grandpa loved each other.

While I don’t know what lies beyond this life, I do know that Pete and Isabel doing a dance that will last for all of eternity and they’re probably overjoyed to be with each other again.