Category KW’s Musings

Remembering Grandpa This is not a post about kink, but rather first loves and reminiscence. Being raised in foster care, I’ve had many people come and go from my life. Some were with me for a short time and others for longer, but all of them share the final departure. For most, it was because it was a job and the job had ended. For others, it was a choice. Either way, I’m sure each person has left a little bit of themselves, imprinted on me. For the people who did stay for the duration (which has been very few), my grandfather is who I remember fondest. Born in 1937 on a small farm in Ontario, Canada, he was the oldest son of a man he would never meet. His father died at the age of 33, a couple of months before my grandfather’s birth, but was the love of my great-grandmother’s life. She spoke fondly of him until her death at the age of 71. My grandfather married my grandmother in the early ’60s, and I am sorry to admit I know little about his life between his birth and their marriage. Looking back, I was always so focused on the now and not the before. Had there been more time with him, maybe I would have asked. I could, in theory, ask my grandmother, but second-hand stories are not usually as good as the ones from the source. One story that I remember fondly though, is of when he asked my grandmother to marry him. They were driving down a dirt road, windows down, the car full of hot summer air and gravel dust. My grandfather had one arm on the back of the seat, his other loosely over the steering wheel. Turning his head, he looked over […]