It’s late October and time for ghost tales. Here’s one for you, that really made me think.
I was driving home late one night after a long day at the call center. I was looking at the city lights, and the traffic around me, and enjoying the drive. I’m not sure if I was listening to the news or to music, but for some reason my thoughts strayed to my grandfather. For that moment I saw past the withered shell he became at the end. I started thinking about what really important about him. His life, his interests, his skills. I started thinking about what we undoubtedly had in common.
I considered his love for animals, his horsemanship, the fact that when he passed away he received a cowboy’s honors. I thought about his creativity, as crushed as it was at the end. I thought about his truck driving skills. I realized we shared more than I thought, and much of him was passed down to me. In that moment I felt my grandfather’s presence in the car with me, riding along as a silent passenger.
“I forgive you,” I whispered into the dark. “Thank you for what you have given me. I love you, grandpa.”