Something I've Inherited.

Alright, so I promised a second post, and by god you're getting it. But first, a little something about my grandfather. My grandfather is a funny guy, in a grandfather way. He's not up to date on any of our new fangled jokes. If you ask him "I can haz cheezburger?" he'd probably tell you to stop talking like that. Either that or ask you to repeat the question. Either way he isn't quite in the loop with all of the silly internet jokes floating around, or really any jokes that came out after the 90s. He's a classics man, and really he pulls it off. Despite the cornyness of all of his jokes, he really manages to make them funny, and the sarcastic humor he's used on me since I was a little kid has taught me to become the cynical narcissist I am today. Anyways, when I was a but a tyke I demanded bedtime stories every night. My grandfather, as he lived in a separate province, and we would only visit him once per year during the summer, he would take on the job of being my story teller maybe 10 times per year. His stories were always pretty short, but they are some of the best bedtime stories a kid could ask for. This one was always his favorite.

"So tell me Nathaniel, have you ever heard the story of the three wells?" My grandfather would ask. And for argument's sake it was my first time hearing this story, or I just really wanted him to tell it to me, as only he can.

"No grampy I haven't heard it." Little Nathaniel would reply. My grandfather would probably laugh a little at this point, and so would I.

"Well it goes a little something like this. Well, well, well." Grampy would tell me, and he would laugh, and I would probably laugh too and tell him that that wasn't a real story, and that he owed me a better one tomorrow, but most of the time I would just want him to tell me the story of the three wells.

Just if you're wondering. That's the whole story. Well, well, well. Those are the three wells. You just heard the bedtime story of my childhood. My grandfather was the original troll. Anyways, my grandfather is getting pretty old, and I'm too old to ask him for a bedtime story, but I'll always remember the nights he would tell me those kinds of stories, because that's just what grampy does. It's crossed my mind that his time might be coming, and I'm going to try and be brave for that, but I know I'm always going to have memories like that that make me happy. It makes me realize that sometimes the long stories that we tell each other aren't the ones that really make a difference. It's the little stories that count.

I love you Grampy.

Bye, because "Now go to bed" was his thing.

-Nathaniel.