Writer's Block: Father nature
Jun. 20th, 2010 11:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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My male role model was my Bubby. Bubby was unconditional love. No matter what my brother and sisters and I did, my Bubby accepted us and loved us. Here is a good summation of why I love my Bubby and miss him more than anyone ever.
When my older sister was learning to drive, she went through my parents, my aunt, my uncle and two driving instructors. In the end, the only person with the patience to deal with my older sister's inability to drive was Bubby. As she blithely drove on the wrong side of the road, my Bubby kept calmly wagging a finger towards the correct side. Only after about 10 miles did she finally ask why he was wagging his fingers. His answer was a calm "I didn't want to scare you".
He accepted us, warts, bumps and all. He never raised a hand to us and he never said anything horrible.
We would get him the same crappy gifts every year and he always had a smile on his face. While we would open our gifts, he would fall asleep and, when we woke him, he'd laugh and say that he was checking his eyelids for pinholes. We'd giggle and hand him his bag of salted peanuts.
The best, though, was our midnight treks for pie. We'd sit there and devour the entire filling of the pumpkin pie and the silence was enough for us.
In the end, my fondest childhood memory of my grandfather is him.
My male role model was my Bubby. Bubby was unconditional love. No matter what my brother and sisters and I did, my Bubby accepted us and loved us. Here is a good summation of why I love my Bubby and miss him more than anyone ever.
When my older sister was learning to drive, she went through my parents, my aunt, my uncle and two driving instructors. In the end, the only person with the patience to deal with my older sister's inability to drive was Bubby. As she blithely drove on the wrong side of the road, my Bubby kept calmly wagging a finger towards the correct side. Only after about 10 miles did she finally ask why he was wagging his fingers. His answer was a calm "I didn't want to scare you".
He accepted us, warts, bumps and all. He never raised a hand to us and he never said anything horrible.
We would get him the same crappy gifts every year and he always had a smile on his face. While we would open our gifts, he would fall asleep and, when we woke him, he'd laugh and say that he was checking his eyelids for pinholes. We'd giggle and hand him his bag of salted peanuts.
The best, though, was our midnight treks for pie. We'd sit there and devour the entire filling of the pumpkin pie and the silence was enough for us.
In the end, my fondest childhood memory of my grandfather is him.
