Extra Sweet and Sour Sauce

Dear Grandpa,

6th grade came and was filled with akward moments.

People constantly tried to force me  to talk.

But not you; you focused on keeping me happy; eyes on the prize, focused like a hawk.

Grandma would spoil me; write the list with extra sauce.

She'd write it for you, without it you would not remember it.

In the front seat, radio blaring, you'd have me sit.

You talked to anyone or anything that could listen.

Friendly and chatting are who you are.

But you did not force me to be that way.

You let me shine; a silent star.

Waiting in the drive thru, you'd hum along, to the odd 90's song.

Our fast food runs may not be healthy, for the body, but the feeling of warmth and acceptance have never gone away.

It's difference now; since you're not always here. Your memories stay and go.

Now when we go on our rides it's me that drives.

Still quiet and peaceful.

You've shown me that sometimes it's sacrafice that shows how much we love those unlike us.

So thank you for loving me and playing those songs- those drives were my favorie

memories of us.

Love you always, Emma