Friday, January 11, 2013
Who was Grandpa
24th May 2012
It is a truly odd note that I should rack my brain over Grandpa Leland, but the door twixt he and I has long shut. Those who would recall these stories for me are as dead to me as he is because of the pain they have caused.
Who was my paternal grandfather? He was a grower with his hands in the earth, a tinkerer in things mechanical, and a carnal earth spirit. I know these things from the stories of him and how they called him a monster. There are some folks, Cassi, who are terrible because they exist. Those like Alan and Ann are folks of this thread as they demand my suffering for their own pried.
There are folks in this world who are wonderful because they exist but still are just normal people. These are the people I work with who spend their lives in the service of the less fortunate. From the work done in my building the hungry are given food, the cold given blankets, and the street people can become honest working folks.
Grandpa Leland was described to me as a man who chose to be horrible. However, this is by folks who thought poorly of my mother, and my mother’s greatest crime was to live hard to make use of what short a life she was given.
As she got on well with her father-in-law I must think that his tenacity was a hunger for life. A bit of grandpa never stopped being young and adventurous, and maybe he came off poorly because he was misunderstood. He lived in the moment because he knew no other way to live. Would life be so bad if we all did the same?
Live your moments, little sister,
Richard Leland Neal