He is gone. What will I miss? I am going to miss our conversations.
I will miss the wisdom hidden within the occasional inappropriateness. Whining was always met with “the world’s smallest violin for the world’s saddest tune” as he played a make-believe violin with his thumb and forefinger. Or… “You know, excuses are like.....”
I will miss the laughter. “With 5 to 1 odds, even I am a hot commodity at the widow and widowers club”...
I will miss the quiet examples, from the man who never met a stranger and never missed an opportunity to lift someone else.
He smiled when it wasn’t required.
He was helpful when it wasn’t expected.
He was kind when there was nothing to gain.
I suspect it made a difference... to someone at the bank, the supermarket, the casino or the senior center in Crescent City, where he made his home for the last 30 years.
I will miss our conversations. But I did not miss much, from the conversations we did have. As David stated in a recent Newsletter article, true “Wealth” and “Richness” has to do with people. Relationships make our lives rich. One of the people that enriched my life was Ashby Smith, my grandpa. Born August 1st, 1926. Passed away May 28th, 2010.
I will stop now; this has gone on far too long for his liking… I travel to Crescent City this week. I return to the office next week. Grandpa once told me that the key to life, is without a doubt, a sense of humor… so I am trying not to lose mine as we say goodbye to him this week.