Friday, November 6, 2009

Ya Know...

Sometimes I'll get hit with this feeling out of the blue: I miss my grandpa. I don't think about him a whole lot anymore, but that's true of all of us who've lost loved ones. Even though you loved that person very dearly, you eventually move on.

That's what made this so poignant. I was at work, and it just popped into my head. I wish Buck were here. Not here at work. You know what I mean. It wasn't anything in particular. Just a sudden, strong feeling.

My favorite story about him is from over twenty years ago. Our street started off as the private drive of one of our neighbors, until it was annexed by the county. Our neighbor, Mickey (yes, Mickey), was trying to put up a gate so no one could use the road. Buck told him that if Mickey put up the gate, Buck would tie it to his truck and pull it down. They start arguing, until Buck picks up a shovel and says, "I think you best get off my lawn."

I miss my grandpa.