A few weeks ago, my Grandpa Barnes died.  He was 99 years old.  I am sad.

But, I am blessed.  All of my grandparents shared in shaping me into the person I am today.  They taught me how to cook, love, play, laugh, save, roll dice, and play an instrument.  They never spanked me and they gave me more fruit-loops than I could ever want. Grandpa Barnes was the fun one.  He jingled coins in his pocket and he always had sweets to share.  He taught me how to golf, pole vault, and drink beer on the lake at 9 am.  For most of my life, I thought he walked on water.

I am sad.  Sad that I won’t hear his family whistle.  Sad that we won’t shoot whiskey together.  Sad that I won’t hear him tell politically incorrect jokes.  Sad that he won’t deal blackjack to my kids.  Sad that we won’t eat ribs and shrimp appetizers together.  Sad that I won’t hear him mispronounce Spanish words.  Sad that I won’t feel his whiskers on my face.

But I am blessed.  He validated me as an athlete.  He let me take his sedan to the Homecoming Dance.  He showed me where he grew up and he took me to the grave of his grandpa, where we both cried.  He loved to goose people and he never held in a burp.

I am sad.

By |2017-05-29T04:57:25+00:00February 17th, 2011|Life|2 Comments

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Trent C. Marcus is a regular guy who like his family, Jesus, Guinness, soccer, and the law

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  1. Harold Marcus February 18, 2011 at 8:35 am

    Trent, Mom and I share your sadness for a lot of the same reasons. He was the last of your parents that we could touch and hold. The last parent we could find out more about ourselves, historically and emotionally. He gave us so much, the family whistle, the whiskey shot, the historian and keeper of the secrets of the tribe. There are still so many questions I will not get the chance to ask. I am comforted by the fact that I get a smile on my face and a tickle in my heart whenever I think of him. He was a friend of mine. I believe Mom finds some comfort using his walker and cane. Thanks for your memories. He was part Indian you know, hope he was a Souix. Dad

  2. Laurene Ross February 18, 2011 at 8:42 am

    Beautiful, just what a Grandpa should be. I am sorry you are sad, but I am glad he made you so many memories to hold on too. You are blessed.

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