After Some Time, You Just Get Used To It

                Being that I am going to try and show instead of just tell in my current blog I will be expanding on my blog from last week “three is a great number.” 

                As I said in my last blog my friend Danny lost his grandmother recently, her funeral was last Friday.

                

                Chris and I entered the room for which her funeral was partaking downhearted, Chris walked ahead of me. The smell of the flowers mixed with the whispers and soft music could have been the aroma of a nice restaurant, but sadly this was no restaurant.  I noticed that my grandpa or “Pops” was already seated; he was sitting in a pew by himself. I, thinking that I would try and be a good grandson, decided to go say hi or at least burn time until whoever was to be coming to sit by him showed up.

                

                There was already a certain feeling in the air, a gloomy feeling which you would expect being at a funeral. I journeyed over to the row for which he was sitting and said.

“Hey Pops”

               

                 He glanced over, then turned to me and said.

“Sorry, these seats are taken…”

                

              Now this took me by surprise, I was expecting something in the lines of “nothing much” or hearing that he was good, but instead he looked me dead in the eyes and told me that his seats were taken as if he felt threatened  that his grandson was wanting to take a seat that he had saved.

               

              I paused when he said this and from what I remember I did not say anything or just said “oh.” He then went on to say.

“Did your brother get his license?”

            This being that my brother turned sixteen just the Saturday before.

             I responded with “yes he did” and he came back with “oh, cool.”

               

             After he said his last comment I paused there for a second while he looked straight ahead, after a second or two I walked off to sit with Chris for the rest of the service.

                

             Like I said in my last article, my grandpa and I have never been close, while just recently he has gotten closer to my brother. I have accepted the fact that he and I will never really be close, which is fine with me. But when he went out of his way to tell me that I couldn’t sit by him when I didn’t even want to; that I found to be kind of funny.

                

            From experience over my years, you learn that everybody’s social skills are different. With this I lead myself to believe that, or at least hope that, he does not have very good social skills. He could just be lacking social skills or just doesn’t know what to talk to me about. He loves cars where as I enjoy sports; two completely different things. I don’t blame him for not creating a bond with me; I grew up watching him and my father as they had a distant relationship. I just hope that, in my future, I can create and keep bonds with my children and grandchildren.