GuitarMyFriend
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A lot of young men look up to their fathers as a male role model. My biological father was a drunkard, and had little more than fists to do with me and my family. My current father had no idea of how to be one when I met him at the young age of six. He was out to sea quite a bit of the time, and when he was home, he didn’t want much to do with me specifically. (Just recently things have changed ((After I moved out)) ). One man I always had was my Grandfather. Besides the basic arithmetic (And even some of that), I can honestly say, that man has taught me most of what I know today. Growing up, all I wanted was to be with my Grandfather, hunting, fishing, working, whatever it be. He and I would go to yard sales. He’d take me to the place he used to work. He included me in about everything he did. “We’re partners” he’d always say. That man had more stories than anyone could count, and even though some were repeated in his old age, they were still as interesting. My father being military, we had to move away from him from time to time, just after I graduated, I moved right back with him and my Lovely Grandmother. He took me in immediately, even though it seemed my parents wanted little to do with me. Hearing, “I’m proud of you” was rare to me, but He never failed to let me know it. I’d also get a smack to the back of the head if he wasn’t, (which I learned to appreciate). I moved back home, purchased a vehicle, and got a decent paying job within two weeks, and my first day, he shook my hand, and once again, let me know how proud he was. His health started to slide, and his stories turned to instructions of what to do when he was gone. I never wanted to talk about it to him, but he made me listen. He told me to take care of my Grandmother, and take care of the GORGEOUS almost wildlife reserve he has. It got to the point where I had to miss work, because I would sit by his bedside for 8 hours at a time. Even though he wasn’t coherent most of the time, he broke through a few times to thank me, and to let me know he was proud. About a month after I moved back, and I was living in paradise, he passed. I can honestly say to you, that this man was the most important man in my life. He was hardworking, modest, strong, a good Christian, family oriented, and unconditional. I want nothing more than to live my life the way he did. A while after he passed, I was sitting in the shop where most of his stories were told, and smaller tinkering jobs were done, usually with him having a smoke, and in later years, both of us having a smoke, and I found some of his old tobacco, some Borkum Riff, some Half and Half, some Paladin Black Cherry, REALLY old. I also have his pipe. I plan to rehydrate his tobacco and smoke what he smoked out of what he smoked. I raise his pipe to my Grandfather, my best friend, my role model, and basically my father. And I pray to our Good Lord in Heaven, that He lets my Grandfather know, that I’m thankful for everything he’s taught me, and all he’s done for me.
Zach
Zach