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My Grandfather died in 1996. They say you get over things and in the end you do, but sometimes you wake up in the morning and you think about what was.
My grandparents lived on a small lake in Wisconsin. A tiny hamlet called Cambridge. It is around 25 miles South of Madison WI. During the summer I would go visit my grandparents sometimes staying after my parents left for a month or more. I fished, golfed and hung out with my grandparents. There is an interesting dichotomy between parents and grandparents. Grandparents are more laid back – because they aren’t there everyday. They do also provide a much needed break from the reality of your parents.
My grandmother was a former comptroller. She told the stories of when she and my grandfather met and she was still able to work. After she got married she was told she wasn’t allowed to work. Until her employer realized that she in fact was one of the few people who knew how the entire system worked. She was a very smart person.
My Grandmother died in 1992. While I would say for many years my grandfather was the person I most looked up to in the world, my grandmother was pretty amazing. She got me hooked on jeopardy. I still remember the first time I answered more of the questions in a category than she did. It was a watershed moment for me.
Anyway today for some reason is one of those memory days.
I guess I am missing family today. My folks are still around but they are 11 long hours away by car (or 3 by plane) and my sisters both live near my parents. I guess I will just have to look at old family gathering pictures to get my fix.