Finally. It's here... Grandparents Day. Will I be remembered? Not likely.
Maybe it's because, for many years when I was asked if I were a grandfather, I would only say that my daughter has two children. Heck, I wasn't old enough to be a grandfather.
During one visit, her mother-in-law asked me how I wanted the grandchildren to address me; you know, Grandpa? Grandpa Gus?
I thought about it for a minute or two and told her, "You know? I think "Mr. Philpott" sounds pretty good."
I thought she was going to faint!
Okay, okay, I was kidding.
One of my favorite greetings cards (and one I have saved for quite a number of years) has a picture of an "older", grandfather-type man on a tricked-out, chopped motorcycle on the cover. Inside are the words "As grandfathers go... you're as cool as they come."
I think that's when I started saying that I was a grandfather.
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Happy Grandparent Day.
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