My grandfather died when I was 3, he was a Tolkien dwarf of a man with a heart so full it gave out early. He raised his kids on Monty Python, The Greatful Dead, and Alanis Morissette. He brought home people like a child brings home stray animals, no motive other than offering them the care and love they need. I’m now ten times the age I was when he passed, closer now to the age he was when he did, and still I’m occasionally talking to a stranger in a city far from home only for them to recognize me as Lee’s grandkid. There’s a certain weighty pride to being the ilk of a man turned legend solely for giving people a hot meal and a roof to sleep under when they needed it.
My grandfather died when I was 3, he was a Tolkien dwarf of a man with a heart so full it gave out early. He raised his kids on Monty Python, The Greatful Dead, and Alanis Morissette. He brought home people like a child brings home stray animals, no motive other than offering them the care and love they need. I’m now ten times the age I was when he passed, closer now to the age he was when he did, and still I’m occasionally talking to a stranger in a city far from home only for them to recognize me as Lee’s grandkid. There’s a certain weighty pride to being the ilk of a man turned legend solely for giving people a hot meal and a roof to sleep under when they needed it.