We lost my Grandfather tonight, or so we thought. I’d like to believe that he lost us. He left after what he probably felt was a mind numbing conversation about trivial things and a bunch of also rans, and the burden of the type of life he never had to live.
Life as he knew it was ordered, structured, and chaotic all at once.
A fit lad of good stature and breeding, trained to jump out of planes and to shave for the first time on the same day. I can’t fathom the momentum and inertia that was afoot in our nation as the world rocked for years in turmoil; I can’t fathom how boring talk our conversation about PHP’s scalability, or how Disney’s Marvel acquisition was really about distribution, must have been for him.
Sometimes you live a life without an impact, positive or negative on others, and sometimes you live a life so impactful that when it comes time to no longer produce an impact you’re left with memories and tough decisions.
The sushi was good, and he let me eat off of his plate - partly because “I need to bulk up” and partly because he was finished and restless.
We walked outside after sometime and began looking for him. Thoughts were exchanged of where he is and how me might be lost.
He turned a corner quickly as we fanned out, cane in hand and said, “are we ready yet?”
