I never got to know my grandfather, really – he was an old man with not too much patience for kids. Yet he was strange enough for a child to have some memories about him, half way fond and half way wondering.
He did leave me with one thing though, that I must be attached to fore some odd reason. For my birth i got his head in concrete. Or at least that is what I think it is.
He has travelled the world with me, and is currently residing in my living room, watching over us and the woods. He has seen more than most grandparents should !
People hardly ever ask me who it is, I guess because they probably all think that they should know who it is. After all, people do have Socrates, Mozart and other great heads in their living room : How can they know that I have my grandfather 🙂
One thing is for sure, he was something else !
It is Friday, it is weekend – nothing not to love about that.
Wishing you a great one 🙂