Giving Thanks: Grandad.

When I started writing this post, I wondered how I should refer to Grandad. He is Max and Cameron’s Grandad, my mom’s husband, my friend, and while we are not related by blood, I certainly do consider him to be a strong father figure in my life. Ian/Grandad was actually my friend before he was my mom’s friend. I used to dog sit for him when he went on vacation and I even had dinner at his house on several occasions. It was me who named his brown spotted Dalmatian “Coco” (may she rest in peace). Turns out I have pretty good taste, as my mom up and married him! One of the things I love most about Ian is his ability to see the good in people and look on the bright side of difficult situations. He always has a new joke on hand to tell you and he shares my love for all things sweet. He also gives me tips about car maintenance and reminds me to do things like turn my furnace humidifier on in the winter and to make sure I turn the water off to the outside taps when the thermostat dips below freezing so they don’t burst. He likes to tease me about my hair styles and how I curse like a sailor and I have to be sure I know the weather forecast for the coming week before I call him so we can compare notes on how they are fairing on the west coast compared to us folks in Onterrible. He also takes breakfast very seriously (as does Max). My one major criticism is that he didn’t meet my mom back in the early 70’s because that would have changed a lot of things for all of us. Thank you Ian for finding our family - better late than never!