My grandpa Andy (my father’s side) has been passed away for a number of years now, almost 20. It wasn’t until this evening that it hit me that I maybe could have gone to see his grave, which is somewhat near my home, on this Memorial Day. I’m not feeling too hot so the thought hadn’t occurred to leave my house until I saw a photo on Facebook of someone at Arlington. I have seen tons of photos like this today so I apparently was off in la la land to not receive the message earlier.
For the last week or two I have been seeing signs again pointing to Elk. In case you missed previous blogs (search “elk”), my grandfather was a member of the Elks Lodge. Whenever he wants me to know he’s around he shows me something to do with elks until I get it. It only took me 2 weeks. Usually this occurs around his birthday, or when he wants to acknowledge something going on in the family.
As I started to open my page to start this blog, I experienced that ultimate nod from my grandpa. Before I typed a single character, the contestant about to sing on the show “The Voice” sang a country song called Grandpa.
So to all who may have been forgotten this Memorial Day, you are most definitely not (especially ’cause you won’t let me forget).
I salute you,
Comfy Crystal
P.S. Lyrics, in case you’re interested…
By the Judds
Grandpa, tell me ’bout the good old days
Sometimes it feels like this worlds gone crazy
Grandpa, take me back to yesterday
When the line between right and wrong
Didn’t seem so hazy
(Chorus)
Did lovers really fall in love to stay
And stand beside each other, come what may
Was a promise really something people kept
Not just something they would say
Did families really bow their heads to pray
Did daddies really never go away
Oh, grandpa, tell me ’bout the good old days
Grandpa, everything is changing fast
We call it progress, but I just don’t know
And grandpa, let’s wander back into the past
And paint me the picture of long ago
Did lovers really fall in love to stay
And stand beside each other come what may
Was a promise really something people kept
Not just something they would say and then forget
Did families really bow their heads to pray
Did daddies really never go away
Oh, grandpa, tell me ’bout the good old days
Oh, grandpa, tell me ’bout the good old days
