
Throughout my entire life, and the remainder of his, hardly any words were exchanged between my grandfather and I that either of us mutually understood. I know how to say “I love you Grandpa,” Grandpa is my number one friend,” “good night Grandpa,” “good day Grandpa,” and “bye Grandpa” in Portuguese. I think.
I’m uncertain if I’ve expelled that information to those in this course – I likely have – but those who do know that our connection extended well-beyond words. Communication at least, to me, has never been limited to such.
Most of the time we communicated through … WRESTLING (which I’m pretty sure was taxing for him, I mean, he’s 70 years my senior)! Every day I’d greet him with an improvisational brawl that would often start with a sprint from me and a stiff shot (that never actually connected, old man had precision) from him that would somehow send me flying and rolling backwards into the next room.
Regardless of my having a stellar to dweller day, he knew, and knew based on how I’d basically assault him daily. If my attack was phoned in, he knew that my day was off, and likely for a), b), c), or d) reason. He just … KNEW! On a good day, he’d look at me with a huge smile knowing full well that he was in for a big more effort, and then a look of terror as I’d jump an entire room’s length to attack!
Especially as I got older, I mean, as a kid and even teenager it was kinda cute, but once I started getting into the 20’s his eyes would bulge out in a way that yelled “fodas he’s really about to break my hip!!!”
I promise, the older I got the softer the landing was.
What I’m getting at here in an AI tie-in sorta way I’m not certain, maybe Dr. Z will interpret it in a course-specific way. My goal is to share (a glimpse of) a special connection I had with someone that was as exclusive of words as it is a big part of my heart.

