Today was an odd day.
I thought about my grandfather a lot, and it brought me joy. It’s funny how working out and eating clean can bring about good emotions. I’m already an emotional person but eating well makes it worse. But in a good way.
It doesn’t take much to make me cry.
I can see someone cry, and I’ll start to tear up. And I don’t have to know who you are or why you’re crying. The waterworks will start, and then I want to hug you and squeeze until you feel better.
Today I was in my feelings, and my mind couldn’t move away from all the beautiful memories of my grandfather. Geesh, I loved that man. He could light up a room with his presence, and he had a smile that would go right to your heart. He was the one man that I looked up to, and I thought he would live forever. At least that’s what I hoped.
Not only was he a freakin light, but he had the best luck. He would find money on every walk we went on.
I remember going for walks with him, and he would always find the perfect stick to carry. When we walked past bushes and anything that needed to be moved, he would use his big stick that he found and move it. Grandpa would let me go through first, and then he would quickly follow. As we walked, he would tell stories that made me forget how miserable I was before showing up at his house.
He would always look down at the ground as he told me stories and swipe at the overly grown grass as we passed by. One day I asked him why he always looked down while we walked and talked and why does he always find a big stick to carry?
I’ll never forget his response.
There are snakes everywhere, and they’re expecting you to walk by with your guard down. When they see you, they’ll be ready to bite and kill you—kind of like people. So never let your guard down and be prepared for the unexpected.
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