A Sad Post

I was walking by the tennis courts on the way home from my night class and there was a couple of black guys playing tennis which def cought my eye. They looked like father and son, one was around 30 or so and the other probably in his 50s. The older one was shaped like my grandfather, but i couldnt see him clearly through that mesh stuff they have up in the gates. It made me really sad because my grandfather just passed away recently and what i thought about right then was how we never played tennis together.

When i passed by the tennis courts i remembered how he was unespectedly good at tennis and asked me to play a couple times. He was pretty excited when i joined my high schools tennis team. He bought me the racket i still use today.

My poppop loved me a lot. Like, you know almost everyone you are related to loves you. But you can feel who you are closest to, who loves you the most. Right after my mom and dad came him. He was always concerned with what was going on with me and always proud of my accomplishments. He called me mor-mor and everyone in my family will tell you that i was one of two people my poppop ever really liked. The other was his daughter. I guess i get my undfriendlyness from him! and the way i always want to speak my mind. He was like that. He was from the south and he was loud and i guess obnoxious at times. He had a real temper but it was never turned towards me. He always made me laugh. And i miss him so much.

There were three stories he used to tell everyone he met about me. One was once when i was a baby how i was fat and greedy and my aunt (his daughter, who is only 10 years older than me) teased me with a whole thanksgiving turkey! The second is about how i used to cry. I wouldnt scream like other babies, but i made a wierd kind of rumbling noise. The last is about how i used to ask him over and over to walk me down the slope of his back yard and lift me up to pick a leaf off this one tree, and he would always do it.

So i guess this post is pretty depresing, but i have never really missed anyone like i miss him, so i think about it a lot and i guess it is probably good therapy or something for me to write some of it down.