Granddaddy didn’t have much to say. He’d sit in the corner and smoke a Winston.
He even let me smoke one eventually. I guess he figured I need them one day if I stuck around long enough. But he knew I’d grow up and leave. He knew that for sure.
When he did talk, he might ask you about the weather. Think it’s gonna rain today?
He’d watch the television. He would never laugh or smile or comment. It was as if he stared right past the boob tube.
He was older and had trouble navigating but he never complained.
I didn’t figure it out until later the reason he didn’t talk was Granny. She’d give him hell and he finally just got tired of hearing it. So, you know the old saying out of sight out of mind. Or, if I keep quiet maybe she’ll forget I’m here. I never heard her say a good thing about the man.
I never heard him say a bad word about her. I always wondered why. I would have. My Granddaddy was a better man than I ever hope to be.
And I loved them both. And they loved me. You could see the misery when they looked at each other. I knew this even as a small child. I didn’t know why they didn’t love each other anymore.
I do now and that’s why I’m single and only reasonably miserable. And I can only blame myself.
Thanks for the lesson Granny and Granddaddy!