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.

2 comments:

Larry Kelly said...

What a wonderful tribute to a great man!

Notes from a Mom said...

Thank you for sharing the memories. I learned a few more things about him.