Following up on yesterday’s mention on the subject of the dearly departed, what prompted that thought was yesterday I told my son that I “no longer have a grandfather,” and was promptly corrected by someone adding, “not here, he means.”
Strictly speaking, I have no objection worth mentioning to that statement, which is why I maintained my silence at the time, but it did bother me in a way it took me until today to be able to verbalize.
I’m not qualified to unequivocally speak on the enduring nature of the human soul, for lack of more precise term, and if my grandfather’s spirit does endure somewhere, I hope he is well and knows how much I honor his memory, but I stand by my statement that I no longer have a grandfather until the day he and I can go fishing together again.