When I think of Grandpa

I remember the time he pulled me aside and handed me a silver dollar - 1896 or thereabouts. I have 8 years on the planet at this point in my life. I still have it.

I turn it over in my hands, looking at lady liberty and the ridges on the outside - "Thank you Grandpa." as I heft the weight of it and wonder how much its worth.

Anyway, he says "I used to have stacks of these on my dresser." So I asked him what happened and he looks me in the eye and says, "My children never went hungry and they always had shoes."

I still don't know what the coin is worth - don't care. I'd trade it in for some more days or words.