Fast forward to 0:24 for the song.
As you may remember, I am a huge Beatles fan. Well, I'm a music fan in general but I especially love the Beatles (and Simon and Garfunkel). One of my favorite Beatles songs is "I Want To Hold Your Hand." I don't have many memories of my childhood, but one thing I do remember is my Grandpa walking me around Fairy Tale Forest-- kind of like a small fairy tale theme park-- grabbing onto my hands and singing that song so I wouldn't run away.
My Grandpa was an amazing man. He was a surgeon, neurologist, psychiatrist, veteran, holocaust survivor, theologian, writer, peace-negotiator and an all-around good person. He was incredibly liberal for someone born in his era-- he didn't care what his grandchildren did as long as they were happy. He was such a jolly man who loved to learn and teach; he taught a Talmud class until his last days.
Grandpa died almost two years ago. In September of 2007 he broke his hip and he never regained full mental capacity from the anesthesia of the surgery. Two months later x-rays revealed that he had cancer of his spinal cord and brain. Two days later he died. I visited him for the last time on Thanksgiving of 2007 and he told me that he was ready to go. I wasn't ready to let him go, but we are rarely given such choices in life. I have to admit I hated seeing him in the hospital bed-- I wanted to remember him as the vivacious man who would take me on day trips and liked to sneak chocolate cake. But of course now I regret not spending more time with him while he was sickest.
I know this post doesn't have to do with much, but "I Want To Hold Your Hand" came up on my iTunes and that song always triggers memories of Grandpa. I miss him a lot, but that one memory of him holding my hand and singing The Beatles is always really nice, even if now bittersweet.