He would have been 100 years old in July, but he died last Tuesday. When we went to see him in the hospital on Sunday, he was heavily medicated and too weak to get out of bed. My brother and I were on each side of him when he asked us to help him sit up. He gripped our hands with a surprising grip like he once gripped his carpenter’s hammer. After we did so, we asked him what he wanted.
Because he’d previously indicated that he was ready to leave this world, we weren’t sure if he was talking about an eternal home with God, or his home of approximately 60 years in rural northwest Alabama.
Either way, I’ve always associated his land with him. It seemed when I was with him, it was always at the little white church just down the road, or this beautiful place. We walked, hunted, and worked on this land. And when my grandmother was still alive, we feasted like kings on it’s produce.
As adults, we reunited and reminisced. And when my grandaddy was too old to join us there, we went down to the spring to meditate. We were thankful that God had given him to us, and knew it was almost time to give him back.
In the comments section of a prior post, I replied to GravelDoc’s observation that me and the QB are “hitting it off rather well” by saying that we are a good personality match. There is a connection with this bike that is difficult to describe in any other way.
I recently made a few minor refinements to make that observation even more accurate. The bright yellow bar tape was just a little too flashy for our personality, so shellac was applied to subdue things. The goal was to match the leather trim on my Carradice bag. QB and I aren’t glamorous, but we do have a certain appreciation for aesthetics.
I switched bottle cages, moved the frame pump back to A. Homer Hilsen, and replaced the pedals. All these changes were made for a combination of functional (primarily) and aesthetic reasons.