Snapshots

I remember angles lots of angles shoulders, elbows, jaw and Old Spice. I remember a voice like gravel angular, uneven, an instantly soothing like water spilling over rocks. I remember a well worn Yankee cap and sudsy beer, lots of it the ensuing brawl with Tess always capped with laughter. I remember that laughter honest boundless and everywhere the sly stealthy humor the genial ready wink. I remember licorice and Santa Clauses sundaes and Church stained glass and collection baskets lots of those. I remember the end with countless living tears I remember a man like a blanket embracing, healing channeling life. I remember love I remember my grandfather.