“I am not
sure
what Grandpa said
is true
that
you get smarter
drinking
Bourbon
that
it clears the mind
and
refreshes
the soul…
remember that?”
“Grandpa said a lot of things
but
what you forget
is
his
very
favorite
saying
of all:
Find any excuse to keep Bourbon close to your lips!”
“I don’t remember
that.”
“Well
maybe I just made it up!
By the way
are you hoarding that Bourbon?”
I handed the bottle to him
He poured
a
bit,
sniffed
it,
tasted it,
put his head
back
on
the
pillow
and smiled
“You ever
think
there’s
a
good time to die?”
I blinked,
felt a little twinge
in my
face,
took a sip of the Bourbon
and said:
“After we finish the Bourbon?”
It was silent
for
awhile
He laid there
eyes closed
smiling
“When I get to heaven
I
am
going
to
look for
allllllllll
the angel’s share,
all
of
it!
Can you imagine
how much
there
is
up there
after
all
this
time?”
“Wait
a
second,
they don’t drink it?”
“If they do
there
must be
a lot
of drunk
angels
floatin’ around!”
He opened his eyes
sat up
and we clinked our glasses
We both
took
a
final
drink
“I guess we should go pay our respects to Grandpa now…”