Today, my family lost a wonderful grandpa, father, and great-grandpa. We were all so sad to receive the news of Grandpa’s stroke over the weekend. He hung on like a trooper until early this morning.
My grandpa joined the group of angels watching over my sister this morning for her breast cancer surgery. After my Grandpa passed on, my cousin Emily’s words were, “Well… Amy’s got her angel.” And she is so right.
I was blessed with the best grandparents in the whole wide world. Both of my grandfathers are the most impressive men I have ever known. My Grandpa, alongside his father, built the house in which they still live today, with his bare hands. I still remember how great of a hide-and-seek game my cousins and I could play in that Ohio house.
Grandpa’s other claim to fame? At my brother’s graduation from the Naval Academy, Grandpa taught me to not be ticklish. I can still remember the mantra he had me recite as he jabbed at my ribs… “I’m not ticklish. I’m not ticklish.”
And to this day, I’m not ticklish. 😉 Thanks, Grandpa.
Visiting Grandma and Grandpa in Ohio was always so much fun. Since they had four kids, I was blessed with a number of awesome cousins to play with. Grandpa would always say my cousin Emily and I were racing in our rapidly changing heights, and we’d have a measurement each time we saw one another (Em, who even ended up winning that race?).
Grandpa left behind some really strong, loving, lanky kids. He was such a great Grandpa and an awesome buddy when you wanted some lengthy stories or someone to play with. I probably owe all of my waterskiing skills to that guy, and I’ll bet he’s building a firepit or fixing up a boat in heaven right now.
But, most importantly, I’m thinking Grandpa and my Mamoe are up there together watching over Amy for her big, important day. I’ll really miss my Grandpa, and I’m missing my Mamoe every day, but I know they’re gonna make sure that, soon, every little thing’s gonna be alright.