Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Here's to you, Grandpa Kelly.
You taught me how to play Solitaire, with REAL cards. I moved the card on top to the bottom of the deck when you weren't looking. I won. You were amazed and I have never felt so guilty.
We watched Willow...again and again. I still love that movie.
When I was about 5 I gave you a speech about how smoking was bad and that I didn't want you to do it anymore. That speech carries more weight now.
You took me to the Sit 'N' Bull restaurant. I called it The Sitting Bull and I loved it.
You made the best homemade french fries. I remember telling that to my Mom once and she tried to compete. Sorry Mom, but I stand by my word. Grandpa, I still crave yours.
You always asked my why I straightened my hair, and complimented me when it was curly. You never thought I should cut it.
I had a growing post in the kitchen. You were surprised when I trustfully let Leonard come at me with a knife to take my measurement.
Last Christmas you asked me if I had a cell phone. You asked me if it worked. Without realizing what I was walking into, I replied the affirmative to both. Then you asked me why I didn't use it to call Grandma some days. Good job Grandpa, I think I'll call her today.
Among other things, I remember your cowboy boots, the shoe drier I was constantly mesmerized by, your amazing quilts, your beautiful birds and your laugh.
Thanks for the memories Grandpa, I love you and I'll miss you.
Posted by Laura at 10:11 AM