grandpa

I remember when grandpa used to wake me up to watch the sunrise with him. I would always look up into his eyes - and I finally one day gathered the courage to ask, "grandpa, why are we awake so early?", and he answered, "the gift of creation is evidenced in the grace of each and every sunrise; if you cannot see the beauty of sunrise, you cannot appreciate the the gift of creation." I remember not really grasping the wisdom of his words at the time and I responded with a respectful, "hmm", to which grandpa responded with the same rally I heard the countless mornings prior, "Okay, well then Mr. Rockefeller, time for you to start folding the newspapers for your route...they're not gonna fold themselves, are they?" With that, he turned, as he did every other day he woke me, and went to his bedroom, closed the door, and slept all day. I resented that son-of-a-bitch until we buried him. Shortly after which, he died.