Cards, Roller Skating, and Dancing

My last living grandparent is dying.

I have been blessed in my life to know 5 grandparents. My mother’s parents, my father’s parents, and my grandfather’s mom, whom I affectionately called, “grandma grapes”, because at one point it was difficult for me to say “grandma great”.

So, over the years, they have passed away, and I have been left with my dad’s Dad, whom I call “Papa.”

Papa’s passing will be probably the hardest thing for me to experience, even though I know he has lived a long life (he just turned 95!) and in some ways is probably quite lonely, seeing so many people he loved and cared for pass away before him. I am sure it is hard to handle at times. One might wonder at the impression they are leaving on the world. Would anyone remember, if so many you grew up with passed on before you?

But for 35 years ago, he made a huge impression on at least one life. A small one, especially in the beginning, when he could put my head in his hand and stretch me out to just the crook of his elbow….

See, some girls dance with their fathers. They play cards with their parents, and they learn dangerous activities on wheels from their friends, perhaps.

My dad didn’t dance – in fact, when my parents got married, they didn’t have a dance at the rehearsal. I say “didn’t” instead of “doesn’t” because he did happen to learn to dance for my sister’s wedding, years ago.

My parents played Life, Monopoly, and Trivial Pursuit with me as I was growing up. I recall a set of Old Maid and Uno being played as well. Card games, the only ones I recall playing at home were “Go Fish” and “War”.

And as for dangerous activities on wheels? By the time I was old enough to be influenced by friends, I was already a pro. Papa taught me to roller skate when I was 3.

Papa danced with me.

Papa taught me to play Gin Rummy.

More than that, Papa taught me about giving. He is one of the most generous people I know. He is not perfect – far from it, but I know he had a giving heart.

So when I found out that he has lung cancer and it is near his heart, and one of the lobes of his lungs is not operating like it should, I felt that I needed to be generous with my time.

It just so happens, I, a teacher, have a 4 day weekend. I had appointments, but they can be moved. Friends will understand if I reschedule.

It took an hour, tops. I moved my weekend around to see the man that for years would give me books of poetry, sometimes even on my birthday. The man who would take me to the indoor swimming pool during the summer, (the only pool I was allowed to go to). The man who made Mac and Cheese from scratch because I wanted mac and cheese, and he wanted to be generous. I remember it was really good, even though I don’t remember how he made it.

There are so many stories I could say about Papa, and in the future I may, but for now I will tell this one:

Tonight, I sat in his little room that my aunt made for him when he moved in with her. We watched Cash Cab because I wanted to. We watched the Olympics because I wanted to. He was practically ready for bed when I showed up, but then changed and eventually we ate in the kitchen and talked.

I felt so blessed to be mostly caught up with grading, and able to sit in the kitchen and talk with Papa. I asked him what he loved most about Grandma, and he smiled and said, “She always just said what she was thinking. You never had to guess.” Then sure enough, he told me stories of meeting Grandma – stories I’ve heard so many times, I could tell them.

But I can never tell them as good as he can, even while he pauses to take a breath and keep on track of his thought. I can never tell them in the deep, gruff but somehow lighthearted voice he has. I can never point with finger so huge I marveled at them when I was small. I can never smile in that way that crinkles his eyes and laugh in the way that shakes his shoulders and makes him cough.

Well, actually, I can. Of all the things I’ve inherited from my grandpa, including my hearing loss, ADHD, and (lack of) height, one of the more obvious ones is my smile, and my laugh.

I hope I have inherited his generous heart as well, and I can take it and do with it what God wills.

Love transcends, and love transforms. I will remember roller skating and dancing and playing gin rummy, but not because these activities were particularly fun (even though they were), I will remember them because of the man who was generous with his time, his heart, his smiles and laughter. I learned many things from my parents, they are amazing people.

But I learned the magic of a generous heart from Papa.

One thought on “Cards, Roller Skating, and Dancing

  1. Michele, you are so good at putting your feelings into word. You are an incredible Granddaughter, and I love you with all my heart! šŸ’žšŸ’•šŸ’“šŸ˜š

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