October 16, 2013

Wednesday, October 16th

I Drink Alone. David Hayes, 2013.
Wednesday, October 16th.

In his later years my grandfather would always have a shot of Southern Comfort in his morning coffee...to sweeten it. At the time my grandmother tolerated this practice...as you see he was dying from cancer.

Earlier this year my grandmother asked me if I wanted this bottle of Old Grand-Dad. It's a very old bottle with just a little still in it. Teasing her, I asked her had she enjoyed the rest of the bottle. She became very serious...and here's the rest of the story. Seems this bottle belonged to my great grandfather...my grandfather's father. Upon my great grandfather's death, my grandfather brought the bottle home. He never opened it...and neither have I. That one last shot remains...in memory of the great grandfather I never knew...and my grandfather who I did...

4 comments:

Gayle Price said...

Love the photo...love the story .

Seth said...

That story is very moving...and the piece you created does it complete justice!

Carole Reid said...

Love the story and that you get to keep the bottle. Love the photo too.

Bill said...

Wow. Definitely a keepsake.