Jumping Right In

I have been wanting to write this blog for a couple days, but haven't because I thought that it might be a bit too deep for a second blog. However, I have decided to write it anyway. So here I am, jumping right in.
My best friend's grandfather passed away this week. This is really hard for her and I have actually been rather depressed this week because I know how much he meant to her. It has also got me thinking about my own grandfathers, both of whom have passed away. I don't remember too much of either of them, honestly. My Dad's dad passed away when I was around 7, and my Mom's dad passed away almost 10 years ago (so, when I was 11). They both lived in Southern California, so I didn't see them too often. I still miss them, though. I remember Grandpa Moose (my dad's dad) mostly for teaching me how to shoot a BB gun, and for his jokes about hot dogs and beans for dinner. He thought it was like a punishment, but I would always get excited, because I liked hot dogs and beans (and still do). Grandpa Guy (my mom's dad) was a bit different. I remember him most for his hand shakes and his corn. This sounds strange I know, but my most vivid memories of him are of when he would make me shake his hand before we hugged and when we walked around the corn he grew in his backyard. The corn isn't there anymore, but when it was there it was taller than he was and I couldn't believe it! I loved them both so much.
This week I have realized that I miss more than them as people, I miss having a grandpa in general. I miss the relationship that I could have had with my grandpas. Now, I would like to mention that this is nothing compared to the grief my friend is feeling over the loss of her grandfather. She knew her grandfather and visited him often. I just wanted to express how my grief for her grandpa has reminded me of the grief I feel over my own grandpas. If your grandpa(s) is/are still alive, give him/them a call. Write a letter. Or, if he/they is/are close enough, a hug is even better.
Peace, Joe