Grampa Del

I love my Dad. He raised my brother and I as a single parent. He would admit to making a fair amount of mistakes but when I became a parent and realized the true enormity of the job I was stunned to realize he did it, at 19-with no help, no money, no experience. He was (and is) a workaholic who is addicted to adrenaline-passionate, eccentric, brilliant and visionary. This type of personality means a life of extreme highs and lows-millions made one day, bankruptcy the next and yet neither one changes his essential, unique character. When we get the spontaneous call "make up the sofa, I'll be there in 2 hours!" I am always happy for another rare opportunity for my children to get to know their maternal grandfather a little better. When he was in our kitchen and the greeting hugs had gone around Caleb had to ask him about the blue-black shiner circling one eye (passionate people often pay for that emotion, you know) and my Dad just gave a sideways grin and answered:
"Your Grandpa doesn't always play well with others."