This week at my Mom’s suggestion here are a couple of things that my Papa has said or done.
The weekend we celebrated my grandfather’s 90th birthday, I ate too many clams and was in terrible pain. It was so bad that my boyfriend at the time went next door to my parents room. Papi went to the only convenience store open in the town to find something to help with the indigestion. The clerk didn’t have anything and suggested he purchase a bottle of vinegar. At three in the morning, he was making me take sips of vinegar and walking me up and down the street. Finally after about an hour, I belched. It turned out I had really bad gas. I hated vinegar then and still do. Papi loves it and always offers it to me, grinning as he does.
Last Friday Night when I took the kids at my school to grad night, my Papi couldn’t understand why I was taking seniors to the park. He thought I was taking senior citizens to Universal.
A couple of months ago, we brought him a stuff animal that looked Booger, my step-puppy, the disabled veteran and biggest little tough guy around was cuddling it night after night. One day, we looked in his room and little Booger was turned facing the wall. We asked why and Papa said he had been barking and had to be disciplined.
Recently, Booger has been hanging out in the living room with Snowball, the robotic kitty, we brought him. Papa said he was lonely in the bedroom.
My Papa isn’t my birth father, but he is the man who I call Daddy and I am his daughter.