Twi-Grandpappy

Yesterday evening, I received a special TwilightGuy story. Out of the hundreds I have been sent, this is the most touching I have read. I promise– it deserves to be read to the end:

 I’m a 79 year old, happily married for 58 years to my beautiful wife, Sarah; father of two beautiful girls, and grandfather of four boys and one girl, and I’m now called Twi-Grandpappy. Now I’m very tech challenged, don’t have an email, so my 19 year old granddaughter is letting me use hers so I can tell you about my Twilight Tale.

I’ve worked at the same company for 50 years. Most of the women in the office are nosy and near my daughters’ ages. Except four weeks ago we brought in a new girl who happens to be 19 (the youngest in the office). She happens to be the daughter of one of the sub’s and very well behaved. Everyday, she came in on time, and left when she was done with her work. She didn’t talk much but she did listen to her little MP3 thing. We sometimes could hear whatever she was listening to, if the office was quiet- but it never seems to be that. Now I was curious as to what she would mouth and I caught “Edward,” “Bella,” and “Jacob” at times. So at lunch I asked her. She actually smiled and said “Twilight by Stephenie Meyer”. Still being curious, I wanted to listen.

So every day, during our lunch, she would put the story on her MP3 speaker (don’t ask  me how) and we would listen a chapter every day.

I was hooked at the first chapter, interested. My lunch partner and I would talk about the chapters and Twilight everyday. We were known as the Twilight Lunch Buddies.

Now my story turns sad.

Everyday she would come in, remember? Well one day, she stopped coming. Her father didn’t come in either and I was worried. Then when I finally saw her father, on Monday on my way home, I saw the grief in his eyes. Marie, my buddy, passed away on Friday the 13th.

My lunch buddy was visiting a friend of hers from High School, one she hasn’t seen in nearly a year. They were going to the Mall on Thursday, to buy a gift for my retirement party that was to happen on June 20th, when she was hit by a car. She died on the operating table, trying to restart her heart.

I am always going to miss her, but I shall always carry one thing from her. Her father earlier today came and gave me a little box. “She wanted to give you this,” he said.

Inside was her own battered copy of Twilight with a little note in the side:

“Jimmy-Jim, I sadly had to return Twilight back to the library so I no longer have it but I thought you would love to read this after work. We could talk about what you read the next day at lunch.

Much Love, Marie.

PS- ask your grand-daughter to check out this site for you. He’s funny, like a younger version of you.”

And she gave me your website. I read the entry for today, the 17th, and wanted to give you my tale of how I became known as the Twi-Grandpappy.

Jimmy

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Added 1:06 AM: I hope nobody is upset with me posting this. I know, it is sad, when the rest of this site is all happy. But I felt it was best that you knew his story. It was the least I could do, since he sent it to me.