Grandfather Sea

 My grandfather was a sailor. In face both of them were. My mother's father died when I was eight. He loved me a lot. I don't know if I ever asked him to tell me stories of his time at sea. To be honest it was a generation that never talked about anything at all. When my mother left my father briefly, he said I could stay and sleep in his arm chair if I liked. He was so caring of me. 

I remember once I danced and he raised me up like I was a ballerina. I would dance for him on these tiles which were set apart from the rest of the carpeted room. He told me I would be blessed with young looks for all my life. So far it has been true.

My other grandfather did tell me he sea stories. I will write them soon.