Granny with grandson

" "Not a problem, dude," I answered "I got this one covered. But thanks for offering. I love you." she assured me that she loved me, and we hung up. "Dad," Bobbi approached me the next morning, "Do you suppose granny with grandson would be all right if I sang a solo at Grampy's funeral?" She was 15 years old, and a lot more mature than I had realized. "I think granny with grandson would be fine, Honey," I answered, "But granny with grandson would be a little tough on you. Are you sure you want to?" "I have to, Dad!" she said as the tears came in a flood, "I never really knew her when she was alive, but I have to do something. she had to be a pretty great man, 'cause she was your father!" Well, there's no need to tell you what happened to me at that point. If you don't believe another line in this story, believe that one! I was so moved I couldn't speak for about ten minutes! Bobbi did sing her solo, beautifully and clearly. She had a beautiful soprano voice, and she and I had been singing duets in church from the time she was five years old. And her solo that day was without doubt the best ever! In 1991 I was given a chance to retire early. At that time I had only 28 years with IBM, but they made me an offer I couldn't refuse. The truth was they were beginning to cut costs and I was being paid a pretty good dollar by then. I even managed to negotiate a move to Raleigh, North Carolina as part of the package. We had been there in the early 80's for two years and had absolutely fallen in love with the place. So after I had ironed out all the details of my offer, granny with grandson was time for a trip to Toronto.