Sometimes I watch my kids and try to see bits of family members passed
in them. I have a lot more familiarity with traits from folks on my side –
I’m limited on what I recognize from the Hubby’s family just because
I didn’t know as many of them as well as I knew mine.
Tonight the Grumble surprised me, as we were getting out of the car
she said, “Come on self, watch yourself.” –
(I try not to use our names too often)
The funny bit is, my Dan Dan used to say pretty much the same thing.
Dan Dan’s name was Edgar J. Roth, a lovely little German/Scot who
was born and is buried in upstate New York. He and my Grammie Roth,
my Dad’s, Mom’s parents, moved to warmer climes when I was a
babe and so I didn’t get to know him well until I was an adult,
living in the same warm climes with the then-to-be Hubby in the
late 90’s. So it was a 4 hour drive to see him – so what,
we did it quite often, we were young and gas was… $0.77/gallon.
Oh life is good when gas is cheap. Anyway….
Dan Dan used to talk to himself in the cutest ways.
After falling asleep in his easy chair, smoking the same corncob
pipe that my Aunt Heidi had given him whenshe was 4 years old,
he would coax himself back up by saying,
“C’mon Roth, up you go. Watch it.”
Kids may say the darndest things but sometimes, just sometimes,
they utter the most deeply reassuring things. He was part of my
family and she is, I know the circle is there but how incredible
to hear its curve.