I have always gone to my grandparent's home in the summer.
It was my mom's way of keeping me out of trouble.
My grandparents live on a farm and there was always something to do, from feeding the chickens to milking the cows.
Grandma would be in her big country kitchen where she would bake all kinds of cookies, cakes and pies.
She liked to challenge me games. Board games, card games, you name it we played it.
I really think she would practice when I'm not there, cause every game we play, she would beat.
She had no sympathy for a little kid, not even her own grandchild.
Grandpa on the other hand had only one thing on his mind and that was fishing.
Along with the daily chores, grandpa and I would do maintence work around the house. like fixing a leaky faucet or putting a fresh coat of paint on the little white picket fence that went around the barn.
But as soon as the work was done, grandpa and I was headed to the lake to fish.
Grandpa liked being out there on the lake and I had to admit I did too.
At first it was no fun.
I mean who in their right mind want to dig for worms then poke the squirmy things with a hook.
Sometimes I thought grandpa wished he had a grandson. Boys like that kind of stuff.
But soon I got pretty good at fishing and actually had fun. I didn't even mind the worms anymore.
Grandpa would go out there on the lake after fishing and just set in his boat and be amazed at GOD'S glory.
Grandpa didn't talk much but when he did it was about fishing, GOD'S glory and grandma's peach cobbler.
He wasn't much for hugging or talking about his feelings either.
Still, grandma and I knew he loved us very much.
Grandma said, "it not important how you say but how you show it".
I remember one summer grandpa and I were out on the lake and it seemed like the fish had taken a vacation and forgot to tell us.
All of a sudden something tugged on my line. It caught me off guard.
I heard grandpa yelling, "don't just sit there, reel it in, reel it in!"
After I snapped out of my daydream I grabbed hold of my fishing pole and began to reel it in.
I never caught anything that big before. Grandpa had to help me.
It was a huge catfish. It weighed about 30lbs.
That was the first of only a few times he gave me a hug.
Good job Princess, he would sometimes call me.
For a second there I thought you were going to let it get away.
It would have made a great story of the one that got away, he laughed.
I really miss him.
I still go to my grandparent's home every summer.
Even though I'll be 16 this Fall, I wouldn't miss my summers there for anything in the world.
Sometimes when I'm there with my grandma and we're setting on the porch sipping lemonade, I imagine grandpa out there on the lake taking in all GOD'S glory.
In my mind he's just gone fishing.:)
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