January 22, 2007

an american hero

My Grampie would have been 90 years old today. He died about 14 years ago. Words that come to my mind when I think about him are kind, wise, and devoted. He had a sweet smile. I never saw him standing, he lived in a wheelchair my entire life. I remember finding an old photo of him once, standing next to my grandmother, who I knew to be small woman, but suprisingly became dwarfed next to his stature. I never knew until that moment how tall he was. I remember sitting on his lap eating crackerjacks in Texas. I remember sitting on the front seat console next to him while he drove his white Bonneville in California. I remember thinking he could do anything, even though he could not walk. I remember he was a great cook, and he loved oatmeal cookies and sherbert. I remember how patient he was, and how he only lost his temper with me once. I remember how much that hurt, because it only hurts when it comes from someone you love.

He was a fireman. He was a painter. He was a soldier in World War II. He was an elder in the church. He was a devoted husband, father, and grandfather. He was and is a lifetime hero of mine. He was the best.

I miss him. Especially on days like this.

7 Comments:

At 7:07 PM, Blogger Diana said...

Grampie has also been in my thoughts today. I miss him too. A lot. Especially on days like this.
Those simple little things we would do together are some of my most heartwarming memories. Going to the grocery store to pick up what we needed for dinner. Dropping by the church building to check on things. Hanging out on the patio at 811 watching Malia and Emily play. Sitting in the kitchen drinking coffee in the afternoon.
Yes, I miss him, too, still. He was more than a father-in-law to me. He was the closest I came to having a "father" here on earth.

 
At 9:30 PM, Blogger John H said...

"I remember how much that hurt, because it only hurts when it comes from someone you love"

nice. very very nice.

thanks for sharing him with us.

blogger won't let me sign the comment with my new 'name/site'..but, thanks for changing your link!

 
At 10:03 AM, Blogger Tanya said...

What a sweet post, Emily! Thanks for sharing this with us. I have so many fond memories of my Grandpap that I will always treasure. I sure do miss him a lot!

 
At 12:19 PM, Blogger Mike Jones said...

Hey there Emily. I glad to see that you are doing well. I think we are naming our daughter Emily in spite of you (just kidding). I hope you are still enjoying the great city of Nashville. We hope to end up there someday for good. We won't be at L2L this year due to the baby coming and being at a new church. I will be keeping up with your blog and looking forward to reading it.

Mike J.

 
At 12:41 PM, Blogger Malia said...

The only time he ever lost his temper with me was one time in the grocery store when they were visiting us in Texas. You and I were with him and you had just done some particularly bratty little sister thing. ;-) I shoved the cart so that it would hit you. Oh my, I'll never forget the look on his face when I did that. He was so disappointed with me! He was stern when he spoke to me of not striking out in anger. I never wanted to experience that again!

 
At 8:46 PM, Blogger Paula Harrington said...

How sweet. Thanks for sharing Grampie with us!

 
At 1:08 PM, Blogger Brian Nicklaus said...

cool picture and thanks for sharing,

 

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