Fred's Chair

I never dared to call him Fred when he was alive. Not to his face, anyway. It was always Grampa.

It's been, what..., 13 years since he died? I still miss him.

After all this time, my grandmother is finally getting new furniture for her living room. She had decided to part with my grandfather's beloved easy chair. We affectionally called it the "Archie Bunker Chair." Not because Grampa was an Archie, but because no one sat in his chair. It was his throne.

Tonight, it has come to rest in my living room. I'm sitting in it now as I blog. Grampa's chair becomes Daddy's chair. My ass has found a new home.