He’ll never be famous. There’s no plaque for “Best Leaf Blower Negotiator.” But his impact is gigantic.
My kids call him “Grandpa Glitch.” Because he breaks the boring rules. He once let them eat cake for breakfast. He said, “Cake has eggs. Eggs are breakfast.” Logical.
He leaves little notes everywhere. “Floss your soul.” “Be more like a duck.” “Ignore the map.” I find them in my coat pockets. They make me smile.
He’s a reminder that joy is in the weird details. The slightly charred toast. The endless stories about his neighbor’s cat. The 14 broken watches he’s “fixing.”
Final Thought (For Now)
To my father-in-law: thanks for the chaos. Thanks for the pickle jars. Thanks for teaching me that a stuffed badger can be a family member.
You make life a little more magical and a lot more confusing. And that’s the best gift ever.
Now go negotiate a discount on some air. We all know you can do it.
