Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Getting to Know Papa Goff
After we talked about what the trike could do, I asked if he would take me for a ride. You know what, he did. And it was the first and only time I have been on a motorcycle. I really think Papa enjoyed it more than me. Walter said he saw a look on his father's face that day that had been missing. Papa Goff was like a kid again. He was about to ride around his neighborhood with a skeleton on the back of his trike and it made him happy.
The wind blew through his hair and over my bald head. His eyes watered and my eye sockets were bare. He wore protective shoes and I propped my foot on one footpeg and my stub on the other. I was free. As Walter likes to put it, I was "Enjoying life." I really was. This one time I got to spend with Papa Goff will live on in my memory for as long as I continue to exist.
In loving memory of Morris Levy Goff Jr.
May 2, 1943 - March 11, 2011