September 1, 2018
I was sitting on the couch, having some cereal and working up the enthusiasm to finish a few work tasks, when I decided to play a little Gin Rummy on my phone. Sometimes I think the game is built in with a module that seeks revenge when you win too many hands. Today was no different. Except for one thing. While I was playing and it was suddenly winning so many hands, something told me that it wasn’t the game in charge today. I looked up to my ceiling, and I said, “It’s you, isn’t it?”
I could picture my grandfather sitting across the table from me at my parents’ house laughing at me, his whole body shaking up and down while he laughed. My mom taught me to play Gin Rummy and Cribbage. I remember him teaching me to play 21. When he’d come over for dinner, we’d play a few hands while she finished up with dinner and before I had to set the table. I have many fond memories of evenings like this. We did a lot of laughing.
So I played Gin and talked with him for a couple of hours. How did I know when we were done? The game that never lets you win more than a few games let me win every last hand. That’s not blind luck. That’s divine intervention.
Love you, Grand-dad!!