So, last night, amid the stupid dreams (my brother with an Afro, me wearing ugly dresses, cryptic messages containing images of rabbits drawn in moss on the side of a building) I dreamed my Grandpa Green, who died when I was 16, and I went grocery shopping and he pulled out a Blackberry. I said, “Grandpa, I didn’t know you had email.” and he replied that he’d had it for a while. Then I remarked that if I had known, I would have sent him emails — that we could have been exchanging emails all along. He agreed that that would have been good.
I’ve been thinking about the email I’d send my grandfather.
How have you been? It’s been a long time — not counting the grocery shopping last night; where did you go anyway? I looked for you after we checked out and you were gone. Good thing I had your email address.
I’ve missed you — I think of you often, especially when I’m grateful that my kids like to read. I owe it to you, in a way, because I often saw you reading and research now indicates that when children see adults they love and admire reading, they will become readers too. So your love of reading fostered my love of reading, and that, in turn, helped my kids love to read.
I know you know this, but I’m really sorry that I didn’t go golfing with you a second time that last summer I was in Chetek with you and Grandma. I thought I should spend time with Grandma — Mom said she’d get lonely when you were golfing– and at the time I thought I had all the time in the world to spend with you two, but then you got sick and never went golfing again. You’d think that, because of that incident I’d have taken up golf, but I haven’t.
You may know this already — I don’t know how much tabs you keep on the living — but I became a teacher, moved away from Elgin in the early 1980’s, then got married in 1985. Grandma was there, so she probably told you all of this. We moved to the Washington, DC area after we got married. In 1991 we had Clare — you’d love her. She’s artistic and loves to read. She’s very sweet and beautiful. She’s taller than me, but slender like I was. In 1993 we had Andrew. He was quite a handful for several years — but always smart and personable. He’s quite a charmer and funny and no longer quite a handful. You’d really get a kick out of him. I think your sense of humor and his are very similar.
You’d really like Dean – my husband. He’s a wonderful father and understanding husband. He’s smart, like you, and pretty even tempered (to off-set my volatile one). He works for the government — like you did, so you also have that in common.
Well, speaking of work, I need to begin my work day, but wanted to thank you for coming by and shopping with me last night. I’m so pleased that you have email, so now we can communicate.
Love to Grandma, Uncle Dick and Uncle Bud. If you see anyone from my dad’s family, tell them hi from me — Uncle Don and Aunt Pat, especially.
Hugs and kisses,
Your Loving granddaughter,
PS I’d be grateful if you’d check out my new blog and tell me who all those ancestors are.
5 thoughts on “Grandpa’s email”
that’s a wonderful old picture. and i love the idea of sending letters and emails to our long-dead ancestors.
mine would mostly be filled with questions, i think. not about the afterlife–that’s not for us to know–but about their earlier years.
Dona, that’s beautiful.
Thanks Laurie and IB — It was a very vivid dream and I wrote most of the post while still in that dream state.
That was wonderful. Made me think about what I’d write to my grandfathers.