First and foremost, I want to take a moment and thank my good friend David Mattox, for giving me the inspiration and the courage to write this. I wasn’t sure what to do right away, but your words truly helped me in an enormous way, and I thank you for that.
The first part is a letter is to my son, Maksim. The second part is a message to Grandpa Sam.
My dearest, sweet baby boy Maksim,
First off, I want to say that I love you and I hope that you can look back on this letter and say that I have done all that I have said that I would when I wrote this. As you may or may not remember, your Big Papa went to go be with God, Jesus, Uncle Adam, and yes…George Washington (you were very adamant that he was there as well) in heaven a few days ago. Being only six, it was natural that you wouldn’t fully understand what this meant, and I’m honestly very happy for that fact. I’m happy not because you didn’t know Big Papa, you definitely did know him and loved him, but I’m happy that you still didn’t know how hurtful the world can be sometimes just yet. I hope that the feeling I’m feeling doesn’t reach your heart and mind for a very long time.
I wrestled with this for a while, buddy. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do for you in this time of hurt and pain and loss. So, I decided that I was going to tell you about your Big Papa, and it’s likely going to be a little different than what you hear from most everyone else in our family, but I think it’s important that I not only tell you about the man that he was, but that I keep my promise to you of always telling you the truth. Don’t worry though, there’s nothing bad to say about Big Papa. There really never was, from anyone.
Big Papa was a very, very good man, Mak Daddy. When I was even younger than you were when he went to heaven, Big Papa was pretty much my first daddy. In the short time before grandma Vicki met Papa Rex, he was one of the ones who stepped up and acted like my father until Papa Rex became my father, and showed me what it meant to be there for your children, no matter what. I promise to always be there for you, no matter what it is that you need in life, so long as there’s still breath in me to do so.
Big Papa was a hard worker. When I was just about the same age you were when Big Papa passed, he and I would drive up to the lake house (it looked much different back then, but it was in a lot of ways a lot better) and spend hours upon hours laying in the same hammock that you and I used to lay in together. We would talk about all kinds of things, but I would also learn things about him that I’m not sure many people knew about. He told me about the time he was working on a commercial building in Decatur that lost all it’s financial backing and then suddenly had all kinds of financial backing. He told me about the day that the “owner” of the building came down in limos with men surrounding him on all sides to come and see how things were going, and that man came across Big Papa working on his hands and knees and he ended up getting down on his knees in his suit and working side by side with Big Papa. He told me how they became friends, and how he visited his home once and how they spoke on the phone every once in a while when it was just him at the lake. That story taught me from a very young age that no matter who it is, be it a prince or a pauper, you treat everyone with the same amount of respect and you’ll never know where your next friend will come from. I will always teach you to respect your fellow man or woman and to never judge a book by its cover.
Big Papa was a kind man. He would always let me sleep downstairs on the couch with him while we were at the lakes, and never complained about being in his personal space. He never told me I couldn’t be down there, and he would always give me a blanket when I needed it, and would always help Uncle Dustin to the bathroom when he would sleepwalk around the lake house and try to pee in the corners of the room. He would also always let us pick the restaurant we ate at, he always paid for my basketball camps when I was younger without even thinking twice, and he would always be sure to be very gentle when we had done something wrong. I promise that I will always strive to be patient with you, and I will always put a blanket on you when you’re sleeping and cold.
Big Papa was a deliberate man. He would always find ways to find out if we had touched his things. He used to do this thing with the computer mouse where he would position it a certain way, so that if we ever used it without asking him first, he would know. He also was very particular to never let us grab another tool before we put the one we were no longer using away where it belonged. “A place for everything, and everything in its place.” That’s what Big Papa would always say to us when we were helping him. He would also make sure we were particular with the boats, and always checked the oil and gas and the jet in the red boat before we took it out. I promise I will always make sure that you understand that there needs to be an order to things, in order for things to run smoothly. This applies both to school work and life in general, and I know that you hate doing homework (trust me, so did your father), but it’s a necessary part of your life and you need to get it done.
Big Papa was a man who knew the value of a dollar, a hard day’s work, and the importance of family. Nothing was ever handed to us by him, except in rare occasions, and he always told your uncles and I to stick together and look after your aunts and other cousins. When we wanted something, we earned it from him. And when we took from him, he made sure we knew how disappointed he was and that there would be consequences. I promise that I will always make you understand how important it is, and how fulfilling it is, to earn your money as opposed to being handed to you.
Big Papa was also an optimistic man. He would always do his best to see the good in every situation. He would always tell me “Christopher, don’t ever let em see you down, and always smile.” I promise that I’ll always do whatever I can to keep that idea alive in you as well. It has helped me through some of the hardest times in my life, including right now.
Big Papa was also a man of principle. He would always say that if a man claims to make $100,000 a year, he doesn’t make a nickel over that. He also said that, when talking with people that just like to hear themselves talk, to make sure your ears were good and clean so that the bullshit can go in one ear and right out the other. I promise that I will always give you all the wisdom that he gave to me, including the reason why we put pepper on our eggs.
Above all else, baby boy, Big Papa loved you very very much. He would always get the biggest kick out of you when you were at your wildest, because it reminded him of me when I was your age. He always told me to make sure I don’t let you get too wild, and I promise I will allow you to be yourself, but will also be there to tell you when you’re getting a little too crazy, and need to reign it in a little bit. When you last saw Big Papa, you hugged him and told him that you loved him. I know that made him feel good, and it always will make me feel good to know that you were able to speak those words to him one last time. There’s a little bit of Big Papa in all of us grandkids, and there’s a little bit of him in you too. I pray that you’ll always be able to keep your head up and smile, like he would always tell me to.
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Grandpa Larry, I have to apologize to you. I let you down for so much of my life. I fell short of your expectations for me and your hopes for me, and I am so sorry for that. I never made it to the NBA like we used to talk about on the hammock, and I’m sorry I wasn’t dedicated enough to getting better at my game to give myself even a remote shot at it. I never became the doctor we talked about on the porch of the old A frame, and I’m sorry that I allowed life to get in the way of that. I had a child out of wedlock to a woman I would not end up marrying, and I’m sorry that I made that decision. I know it disappointed you and I’m so sorry for that. I never meant to let you down, but I have always been the type that listened to all the advice, gathered all the data, and then drew my own conclusions. I hope that you never questioned whether or not I listened to you, because I listened to your words with the most intent of anyone, and I gave your words the most credence and reverence possible. I may not have always followed your advice, but it was always on the forefront of my mind when I made a decision.
And although I never made it to the NBA, I am thankful that you were able to see me finally find a job that I love, and a company that I love working for.
And although I never became a doctor, I am thankful that you never lost interest in what it was that I was doing with my life and career. And you always listened intently and were excited for my achievements and accomplishments. You were always one of my biggest, if not THE biggest, fans.
And although I had a child out of wedlock, you accepted and loved Maksim just as much as any of your other grandchildren. You gave my son a role model to look up to, but you first gave me one. I will never forget how you seemed to be 10 feet tall, and I’ll never forget how you were my Superman.
I will never forget what it was like to hear your voice clearly in the middle of a crowd that was going crazy during a high school basketball game.
I will never forget the time you were so very gentle with me when I had a high fever and you told me to jump in the lake and it broke my fever instantly, sending me into some big time shivers.
I will never forget the times we spent out by the grill, drinking beers and cooking food with Uncle Mitch, Dustin, Adam, and Cory. Killing black birds with the pellet gun and joking about Cory looking for some corn for his duck. I’ll always snap my suspenders and say “Yepper, skipper” when I do so, because you used to do that.
And I will never forget the extra little squeeze you gave my hand the last time I saw you in the hospital, as if you knew something I never wanted to acknowledge, and I’m so sorry that I wasn’t there the morning you went into surgery. I told myself that I should be there, but I was too worn out from the Sales Rally to make it there that early in the morning.
I love you more than I can ever write, say, think, or quantify in any meaningful way, and as I lay in my bed, crying tears that I have been trying to hold back for the last few days, I have a smile on my face because you always told me to smile no matter what.
But I don’t want to smile.
Not tonight.
Thank you, Grandpa Larry. Thank you for being the most important and influential example of what a man is supposed to be. Thank you for having the most intense hand grip of any man I’ve ever known. Thank you for letting me keep one of your old work shirts when I was younger (I still have it. Maybe I’ll wear it this weekend), and for always making me feel like I belonged, even when I was sure I didn’t. Thank you for being strict, and making me crank the boat up after I drove it or after you took us out for a spin on the tubes. Thank you for providing me and the whole family with an incredible house on a gorgeous lake for so many years. Thank you for holding on as long as you did. We needed you more than any of us will ever know.
We still need you.
We understand that you had to leave us.
We just wish that it didn’t have to be now.