The Fixer
In our family there was one person that we all would go to when we needed help and especially legal help. My step grandfather was a lawyer as in he graduated from law school but never passed the bar. There were several theories as why he never did pass. My grandmother used to say that he would "over answer the questions" he would be too long winded and second guess himself sometimes. So, who really knew. All we knew that he was smart and had a lot of lawyer friends and judges and some celebrities too.
He worked in a law office and worked his way up to some sort of senior advisor as far as I could tell. He worked at the same place for over 20 years and then he retired under protest. I think that he thought if he didn't work what was he going to do all day. He loved to take the train to work every day and he loved to help people and he loved to be right. But, little did he know that before and after retirement that my cousins would keep him plenty busy with their lives of trouble especially one. So, he was still busy but not in a good way.
After years of him literally bailing them out when their parents had "washed their hands of them" he was like the '"fixer." If he couldn't help you then you probably could not be helped.
Now, my mom has a hard time sometimes remembering who is alive and who is not. Most of the time she knows but there are good and bad days. So, the other day my sister and I were just talking about her life and how she was moving and really didn't want to and we were discussing options and this and that and my mom said that my step grandfather could help, the fixer. I reminded her that he was no longer here to help anyone but if he was I am sure that he would have helped if he could.
It is strange not having him here with my grandmother. She was like the one with the calming influence and really kept the family together the best she could. They both passed away 13 and 14 years ago respectively. But there are many times when I think of them and think that it would be great to have them here to talk to them and go visit them and yes, even sometimes put the fixer to work. Work he loved doing until the day he died. I think that week that he died he was working on something, fixing someone's life. I miss them both more then words can express.
He worked in a law office and worked his way up to some sort of senior advisor as far as I could tell. He worked at the same place for over 20 years and then he retired under protest. I think that he thought if he didn't work what was he going to do all day. He loved to take the train to work every day and he loved to help people and he loved to be right. But, little did he know that before and after retirement that my cousins would keep him plenty busy with their lives of trouble especially one. So, he was still busy but not in a good way.
After years of him literally bailing them out when their parents had "washed their hands of them" he was like the '"fixer." If he couldn't help you then you probably could not be helped.
Now, my mom has a hard time sometimes remembering who is alive and who is not. Most of the time she knows but there are good and bad days. So, the other day my sister and I were just talking about her life and how she was moving and really didn't want to and we were discussing options and this and that and my mom said that my step grandfather could help, the fixer. I reminded her that he was no longer here to help anyone but if he was I am sure that he would have helped if he could.
It is strange not having him here with my grandmother. She was like the one with the calming influence and really kept the family together the best she could. They both passed away 13 and 14 years ago respectively. But there are many times when I think of them and think that it would be great to have them here to talk to them and go visit them and yes, even sometimes put the fixer to work. Work he loved doing until the day he died. I think that week that he died he was working on something, fixing someone's life. I miss them both more then words can express.
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