10th
Age Isn’t Everything
But it is something. With the passing of my grandfather Harry today at age 96 I realize I have been kind of ignorant all these years to his advanced age because he was always such a picture of perfect health. He took me fishing on Lake Michigan a few times when I was a kid and I treasure those memories. Now that he’s gone I’m sad that my idea to someday share a boat and tackle with him and my own son will never come to pass. But realistically that was never going to happen had I taken the time to actually consider the time. I didn’t start my family until I was in my thirties and he was in his nineties, my son Jacob isn’t even a year old. But I never thought that far ahead, I just liked the idea of buying Jacob a fishing hat, us all sitting around on a misty morning laughing and catching a little something and in the end probably throwing it back. I’ve only gone fishing once without my grandpa, in high school with a friend. It was allright, I remember one of my boots having a hole and my foot freezing as my sock got water-logged. But I haven’t spoken to that friend in 19 years and now I wonder if Jacob and I will ever go fishing or if that is something else I lost today. I hope Harry has reunited with his wife (my grandmother) Celia and the two enojy as great an afterlife as they did here on Earth. I miss you both.
