“You’re wasting your Saturdays,” one would text. “He probably won’t even remember next week,” another messaged once, with a laughing emoticon for added measure. But I didn’t care.
Grandpa Thomas mattered to me.
The rest of the family, even his own children, saw him as a relic of the past, a stubborn old man stuck in his ways. They only showed up for the big holidays, took photos for social media, and then disappeared.
