A Personal Journal of opinions on life and what I want to talk about. Maybe I’ve changed the names. In this day and age the term role model is greatly abused. It is given to entertainers, athletes, and celebrities. The list of these people that I admire and in some cases idolize and respect is long. But they are not role models. Ka Ka was. He was my Grandfather, my hero, my rock, my guiding light, a shoulder to cry on, my support group and my Ka Ka. He is who I want to be when I grow up.
Friday, June 25, 2010
Gramps
Someone ask me the other day, "What is important?" It took about second to answer and the answer even surprised me. I said my grandkids. I mean like I was standing over a 5' birdie putt. "Why?" he ask. I wonder if we are doing enough to make sure they really do have it as good as we do. Did I do enough for my son, like my father did for me and my brothers, to make sure he had it better than I did? Did I pass on to him the desire to apply the same concern for his kids, my grandchildren? He was kind of startled, "That's the most serious answer I have ever heard you give." Well it was the most serious question I have been ask in some time. If he was just trying to distract me...I made par. Then I started thinking about the Gulf, Iraq, Afghanistan, the Market, our troops, my grandchildren, their father and mother living on the Gulf and about what else can I do. I bogied the next three holes. But it wasn't really that important.
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