2011-09-15 / Letters

Don’t Wait Until It’s Too Late

To The Editor:

It was Grandpa’s birthday. He got up early, shaved, showered, combed his hair and put on his good clothes so he would look nice when they came. He skipped his daily walk to the town cafe where he had coffee with his cronies. He wanted to be home when they came. He pulled his porch chair to the sidewalk so he could see them when they drove up the street to help celebrate his birthday. By noon he was tired, but decided to skip his nap so he would be up when they came. He sat near the phone all afternoon so he could answer it when they called. He has five married children, 13 grandchildren and three great-grandchildren. One son and daughter live within 10 miles of his home. They had not taken time to visit him for a long time. But today was his 79th birthday, and he felt sure they would come.

At suppertime he left the cake untouched so they could help him cut it when they came and had dessert with him. After supper he sat on the porch waiting. At 8:30 he went to his room to get ready for bed. Before retiring he taped a note on the door that read “be sure to wake me when you come.” It was Grandpa’s birthday but no one came. His family was so busy with their own lives, they didn’t have any time spend with him.

Last Sunday was Grandparents Day. Did you remember? If you are lucky enough to have parents/grandparents that are still living, it’s not too late to take a few minutes and stop by for a visit or call them or send a card and tell them how much you care. They also have birthdays and other special days that need to be remembered. There are so many lonely and forgotten parents/ grandparents out there!

The Grandpa’s birthday essay was published in a recent Ann Landers column and was written by Rudy Joe Mano. I thought it was worthwhile reading because maybe we could all use a gentle reminder that “we shouldn’t wait, til it’s too late, to remember.”

Butts

Faye McConnellsburg

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