Grandpas Pumpkin

I want to go back and brag on my Grandpa a little more. My grandpa was my salvation. He was the man who never left my side. No matter, how bad I was or the situation was. So dont get me wrong, my grandfather was also a bitter old man, but not towards me. I was my grandpa’s pride and joy. I was my grandpas “pumpkin”. Everyone in the family called him Oscar the Grouch, my grandma would always tell him to go back to his trash can. Lol.  I can still remember my grandfathers musky smell. Every once in a while i will still get a wiff of it and smile.  I remember taking walks with Grandpa down to the orchard and picking peaches, and going across the street to pet the racing horses. My grandpa was such a gentle man when it came to me.  He would have given his own life to protect mine. He was a hard-headed man who never let me forget how much he loved me. Mabey that’s why my grandmother hated me so much, was because my grandpa loved me so much. Even until the day he died,  miles away, he made sure i knew how much he loved me. When i was in my grandpas arms no one could hurt me. I felt so safe and secure. The bond between us was one that was untouchable. He was amazing. He was my rock, my safe spot, he planted a seed, loved it, took care of it, watered it, and watched it grow. That seed was a Pumpkin seed. That Pumpkin seed was me.