This is turning to be one of the hardest posts I have written. I want to honor this man in a way that is worth of him and his life, but find I just don’t have the words for it. Sometimes when this happens I find it is best to just list out some of the reasons he means so much to me and what makes him such an amazing man.
He has always been there for me. When I was little, we moved a lot, and while that was fun, it was good to know that there was always a home base. Grampa’s house was my Home Base. Even when they moved out of the “city”, they moved their house to the new lot. One of the hardest days for me was when they sold his house. I couldn’t even be there for it.
Grampa always made Gramma’s Grape-nut ice cream for the 4th of July. I can still clearly see him mixing ice and rock salt, tending the ice cream maker the whole time to make sure it came out just right. Then, he would let me lick the paddle…sweet nectar of the gods!
Grampa could fix ANYTHING! From broken bicycles, to broken hearts.
Grampa taught me to garden and understood when I had to not just plant the potatoes, but also sing to them and dance barefoot over the mounds. He told me it was the best crop of potatoes he ever had.
My grampa is someone who you can sit for hours with, not saying a word and just hold hands.
His steps were long, yet he was always willing to slowdown and let a little hand hold his to walk. One of the greatest moments I have is when I watched him hold my boys hands the same way he held mine.
Grampa is still snarky, guess I know where I got it from.
My grampa loved my gramma with all his heart. They were still so very much in love, even after 50yrs when she passed away. He taught me how to give my whole heart to someone.
Today we loaded the kids in the van, drove 5 hours to see him and have a 90th birthday party. We then turned around and came back home. Was it tiring? Yes. Was it hard? Yes. Was it a long day? Yes. Would I do it again? A thousand times yes.
Happy Birthday Grampa…I love you with all my heart.