“I thought they all forgot.”

“Nope,” I whispered. “Just the ones who never really knew you.”

Two days later, photos from the event started going viral on a local community page. Someone posted a shot of Grandpa Jack, leather vest and all, dancing (badly) with a toddler holding a toy motorcycle. The caption read:
“Don’t wait for permission to celebrate someone who deserves it.”

You know what happened next?

My dad called me.

“I saw the photos.”

I didn’t say anything.

“I didn’t know it meant that much to him,” he said.

“He waited two hours alone.”

Silence.

Then, quietly, “Do you think… I could still stop by sometime?”

I didn’t answer right away. Because I wanted to be petty. I wanted to say no.

But I thought of Grandpa Jack. Of how he forgave people without needing an apology. Of how he believed people could change — if given the space.

So I just said, “Ask him.”

He did.

A week later, Grandpa Jack told me they had coffee. No big scene. Just a conversation.

“He still talks like he’s reading from a job interview,” he said, rolling his eyes. “But he looked me in the eye. That’s a start.”

I nodded.

“I’m proud of you, kid,” he added. “You didn’t let me be forgotten.”

Here’s the thing.

We don’t get to choose our family. But we do get to choose who we show up for. And more importantly — how we show up.

Sometimes, the loudest way to love someone is to stand by them when no one else will.

Grandpa Jack didn’t need cake or a fancy watch. He needed someone to say: “You matter.”

And honestly? I think we all do.

So if you’ve got a “Jack” in your life — don’t wait for the perfect moment. Celebrate them now. Loudly. Publicly. Unapologetically.

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