October 29, 2011

Grandpa's Boots

Kelly & Grandpa. Summer 2010.
Everywhere he went Grandpa always wore his boots.
He ate his steak,
drank his coffee,
drove his trucks,
and loved his family.
On “Missour-ah” trips with Grandma
they would visit me in Springfield.
He’d wear his boots,
feed me steak,
we’d share a cup of coffee,
and I always knew he loved me by the way he’d insist on checking everything on my car.
Quiet.
Sturdy.
Tough.
And always there. That was my Grandpa.
Just like his boots.


2 comments:

  1. This is really beautiful Kelly! Did you write this?

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  2. Thanks, Michael.
    Yeah, I wrote it for his funeral.

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