Grandfather...

I don't remember playing ball with my grandfather. He passed away not too long after this photo. I don't remember this day. I don't even remember holding his hand. But I am so truly fortunate to have been given this photo by my father the other day. I wonder how he felt spending some time with his only grandson. Playing ball in the tall grass with the mo'opuna who carries on his name. I can feel his love in a solitary photograph of us together. And I know he is everything I could ever have wanted in a grandfather. I hope that I was, am, and continue to be, everything he could have ever wanted in his only grandson. I love you grandpa. And miss you terribly. I'm still here trying my best to catch that ball...