Even Stone Can Break

My grandfather was a stern and stoic man. He was so Scandinavian that it was nearly a comical caricature of what the old school Scandinavian stereotype is. He was not unkind. In fact, he might have been the most generous person I knew. But he was reserved with his judgments just as much as he was with is affection. It wasn’t until my grandmother died that I was hugged for the first time. Well, it was the first hug I can remember. It felt strange. This was a man I had known all my life and his affection was not physical… ever. But even in the absence of physical affection, there was not much doubt that he loved me and all of his grandchildren. With such a large family, he tried so very hard to be at as many of our big milestones as he could, no matter the miles Continue reading