Amazingly, she walked straight to my father without a second beckoning with a cute grin on her
face (It's an emotional moment for me still).
My father felt her face with his hands, as blind people would do (In the movies) to get a bearing and
he said she was beautiful.
He smiled as he said it. My daughter smiled also. Oh, me... I could not get the frozen grin off my face.
I had never heard my father say any type of af rmative words like that before. I'm not saying that
was his rst time saying such. Surprisingly, he seemed pretty comfortable saying it,
I'm saying I wasn't there to witness anything similar at any prior time.
My father never hugged me, kissed me on the forehead or showed any kind of affection towards
me, nor did I ever witness those affections towards my siblings from him. We didn't need it from
him, we received plenty from our mom. It just wasn't him and we all understood he loved us.
No discussion, no worry. If my dad would have displayed any of those emotions towards me, it
would have been some questions from me. Similar to; "What did I do?"..."What kinda trick is this?"
"Is dad losin' it?"
My smile from that Granddad-Granddaughter episode reminded me of the same frozen grin I had
when my son was born 3 years earlier.