Salt of the Earth

Today, we buried my grandpa. I guess I’m okay with it–I definitely still miss him–but I guess I understand that it happens to everyone. I don’t know…

My uncle and cousin came down for the burial, and my uncle told me a good story. He was a bit of a hellion during his teenage years, and he and his friend were boosting stereos out of cars. Well, when my grandpa found out, he pulled my uncle out of class (he was still in high school at the time — maybe 16, 17) and took him down to the police station. My grandpa made my uncle return all the stereos and then had him spend a week in jail.

It’s hard to describe, what I like about this story. My grandpa (my dad too) are all about doing what’s right. And that means something. To me at least.


Salt of the Earth