Anchor

My grandfather passed away the night before last, and unfortunately, because of something family disagreements it has been a very long time since we had spent any real time together.  We used to have so much fun together and I really regret

all those years I didn’t spend with him.  There’s absolutely nothing I can do about it now, except never let it happen again.  Your family is given to you, don’t waste that.  I suppose you have to learn that for yourself.

I don’t want to dwell on what I cannot change right now, so instead I will tell you a story about my grandfather that always makes me smile.  When I was little, I spent a lot of time trying to figure out what exactly my grandfather’s tattoo was of.  I just couldn’t tell!  I didn’t want to ask, I wanted to figure it out for myself.  So I stared at it and stared at it until I finally knew what it was.  A Christmas tree!  Except I was completely confused as to why anyone would want to get a tattoo of a Christmas tree.  So I asked him, “Grandpa Frank, why do you have a tattoo of a Christmas tree?”  His face fell, “Hmm… I didn’t,” he began.  ”It’s an anchor.”  Oops!  And even though he probably doesn’t like that story as much as I do, it’s one of my favorites.