wonder what day it is,” Granddad pondered out loud
I walked into his feed store.
continued speaking as he exaggerated his speech,
see, hmmm, it seems to me that there was something important
today but it must have just slipped my mind,” he pretended
reflect as he scratched his head and looked upward as if by doing so,
might receive divine help to restore his memory to him.
stood with a wide grin on my eight-year-old face, knowing exactly
day it was and knowing that Granddad knew too.
was coming next because Granddad had always done the
same thing on my birthday ever since I could remember.
reached into that small front chest pocket of his striped overalls
he laughed through his nose. He
rarely laughed out loud but I often
that same soft airy sound of quiet laughter when he was amused.
was a very tall man. He was
about 6 ft. 4” and he had a large
but I never knew him to be overweight.
His hands were large also
to a little girl they looked enormous.
he used those hands to retrieve something from his pocket, he
up one big calloused hand to reveal a coin there in the center
his palm. It looked very
small lying alone in his great big hand.
I took the bright shiny coin in my own hand it seemed
in comparison to when he held it in his.
was a silver dollar and Granddad had given it to me for my birthday.
you, Granddad”, I said gratefully and then I heard
soft laughter once again as he put his arm around me.
year on my birthday this scene repeated itself.
I know now
Granddad didn’t have a lot of money and he probably didn’t have
idea what to get a little girl for her birthday.
He could have let
handle the gift giving for him but he didn’t.
He wanted to
me something himself, so he gave me a silver dollar.
wasn’t the silver dollar that made the gift so special.
It was just
fact that every year he did the same thing, repeating the ritual.
was the thought, the gift from his heart that said in a very tangible
“I remember you and you will always be special to me.”
isn’t here on this earth anymore but it’s interesting how things
a way of turning around. To
this day, whenever I see a silver dollar
stop and reflect a moment as my heart says,
I remember you and you will always be special to me.”
© March 2005