Should've Been A Cowboy


Well, I had intended to discuss my pre-operative bloodletting experience, but thanks to my forgetfulness, I now have other plans. While driving home from my doctor, and without my iPod to entertain me, I had to shuffle through radio stations to find some enjoyable tunes. Imagine my excitement when I heard Grandpa’s song. For those of us in the Navarrete family, there is a song, “Should’ve Been A Cowboy”, that has special meaning for us. It’s a song that reminds us of the cowboy spirit that lived inside of our grandpa/daddy/husband. Though he is no longer with us (he lost his battle with cancer in 1996), this song is one way for us to keep close to him.
I consider it one of the many blessings in my life that I lived at my grandparents’ house for some time while I was little; in fact, my entire family lived there while our house was being built. During that time, i developed a relationship with both of my grandparents that most kids are not privileged to. I have such fond memories of the time I spent with them, including watching “Jeopardy” with him (though I hated the show), helping him make fried potatoes (until he would strategically find a chore for me while he added the onions – I hate onions and he knew it), and learning how to cheat at Uno.
It’s funny how simple things in life can turn out to be so meaningful - a silly game, a TV show, a song on the radio. When it comes down to it, those little things only have meaning because of the people they are shared with.
Miss ya’, Grandpa! 

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