so because life is bloody ridiculous at the best of times, my other grandfather got called away last week. so that’s two grandfathers in 3 weeks. do the math – it just isn’t good odds.
my mum’s dad, the venerable grandpapa, passed at the ripe ole age of 90. some facts about grandpapa:
1) he liked to feed you – anything with either a high fat or sugar content (this is a man who wouldn’t kick a bacon fat sandwich out of bed). if you didnt take the food, he’d advise you to (a) not be shy, and (b) that he’d put it in your pocket.
2) grandpapa rocked some amazing fashions and would, if i may opine, fit in quite well in my hood. polyester baby blue with a snowflake pattern and a zipper instead of buttons? f*ck yeah, that’s his favourite shirt!
3) grandpapa would call you 5 different names until he got to yours. this was not just an “old age” issue. my mother is officially known as “nicole, michelle, therese, cindy, denise”
4) he was a tailor that came from st. albert, the place where the best darned cheese on this continent is made. and that’s simply fantastic.
So, to Grandpapa, as to Superpake, a big old wave goodbye.