I was on the bus today on the way home and this elderly man was trying to get off the jam-packed bus. I attempted to move my bag out of the way without hitting people's heads and all he said was "That's ok, I'll manage" as he slowly found his way out the door.
Immediately, after noticing his sincere face when talking, it made me think of my great-grandad and his care-free spirit. He seemed to have the same spirit as this gentleman and it made me miss him so.
Great-grandad lived his life fully. No one could doubt that. I remember how I was his 75th birthday present (we shared the same birthday) and how at every reunion he always managed to bring along his harmonica and start playing for everyone. It was always such a treat to see great-grandad. He would still be chasing all the girls in his neighbourhood, walking (some even said skipping) to the store down the street every day.
He did pass away a few years ago, but I believe that his spirit is in all of us and just that one-second encounter with this elderly man on the bus made the spirit come alive again with cherished memories and happy times. That man will never know what he did for me today, but I thank him anyway for making this a truly happy day!!
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2 comments:
Hey niecie,
Your greatgrandfather would've loved reading this post. He would've blushed, too! And yes, I remember dancing with him down the street where he lived with Grandma Kay.
Seems just like yesterday!
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