and share this story with you.
“Ok Granddad, better run — lots of love, speak soon, bye, bye…”
“Bye Kristina, don’t work too hard!”
Not every call ended like this.
But my grandfather always picked up on the tone of voice, a variety of utterances without words that betrayed that I was juggling too much at work.
Right before my grandpa died, he gave me $2,000 cash.
He kept those dollars for almost two decades.
One day he gave them to me to fulfill my greatest childhood dream:
to cross the ocean and travel from Germany to America.
Those are just two examples of gazillion others why I want to become my granddad.
He’s my hero and I miss him EVERY.SINGLE.DAY.
He died three years ago.
He is really not dead, as long as I remember him and share this story with you!