Grandpas can do anything. Like fixing our training wheels.
They have strong, wrinkle-laiden hands.
They have great stories about the “olden days.”
Their cologne rubs off on our clothes, and their smile rubs off on our soul.
They’re stern when we break the rules, and the first to congratulate us when we respect them.
They remember where they were when news stories broke that we only read about in history books. They remember a war or two. And they visit death a little more every year as another friend dies.
Grandpas are the granular part of our foundation, the reminder that this thing has been around a lot longer than we have. And that it will still be here when they’re gone. Because before we know it, we’ll be just like them.
Strong, wrinkled hands, cologne, stories, and tools to fix training wheels.
We’ll be just like our heroes.
We’ll be Grandpas.