Grandpa Brought Me


I was putting three-year-old Johnny to bed when he asked for a bedtime story. For the past few weeks, I had been telling him of the adventures of his great-great-grandfather: a colonizer, a soldier, a community leader. As I started another story, Johnny stopped me and said, “No, tell me of Grandpa Robert.” I was surprised. This was my grandpa. I had not told stories of him, and I could not imagine where Johnny had heard his name. He had died before I even married.

“How do you know about Grandpa Robert?” I asked.

“Well, Momma,” he said with reverence, “he’s the one who brought me to earth.”

Compiled by Sarah Hinze