I miss my grandpa every day.....
From the day my mom went back to work after her maternity leave from having me until the about the age of 16, I spent every day after school, all day every day during the summers, Sunday evenings for dinner and many Saturdays at my grandparents' house. When my grandpa was diagnosed when I was in 6th grade with lung cancer, I didn't want to believe the predicted outcome. I lost one of the most important men and people in my life just a year and a half later and I miss him every day.
I remember running from their house over to his workshop and watching him tinker around on projects or things to fix. He taught me to ride a bicycle without training wheels on the street in front of their house. He fixed countless broken toys, slipped bicycle chains, flat tires, and so on. He made the best eggs and bacon breakfasts you've ever had. He always gave me the last sip of his decaf coffee with creamer, and to this day, that's the only part of a cup of coffee that I like. He always had a silver Cross pen in his front shirt pocket (and we used an identical one for our wedding guest book). He took so much time to include me in tasks around the house like loading coal, mowing the yard, and digging potatoes. He called me Shnickemfritz, and one day I told my grandma that he called me 'Chicken....' well, you know what rhymes. He had the best song that he always whistled while he came down the stairs from getting ready, but I have no idea what it was. He always stopped what he was doing for the noon and evening news, and always wrote down the stock market quotes. He always made sure that there were snacks for the grand kids, and usually it was Snickers.
He loved his family, his music, and his religion. He was such a role model to me. Days with him are some of my favorite memories...
From the day my mom went back to work after her maternity leave from having me until the about the age of 16, I spent every day after school, all day every day during the summers, Sunday evenings for dinner and many Saturdays at my grandparents' house. When my grandpa was diagnosed when I was in 6th grade with lung cancer, I didn't want to believe the predicted outcome. I lost one of the most important men and people in my life just a year and a half later and I miss him every day.
I remember running from their house over to his workshop and watching him tinker around on projects or things to fix. He taught me to ride a bicycle without training wheels on the street in front of their house. He fixed countless broken toys, slipped bicycle chains, flat tires, and so on. He made the best eggs and bacon breakfasts you've ever had. He always gave me the last sip of his decaf coffee with creamer, and to this day, that's the only part of a cup of coffee that I like. He always had a silver Cross pen in his front shirt pocket (and we used an identical one for our wedding guest book). He took so much time to include me in tasks around the house like loading coal, mowing the yard, and digging potatoes. He called me Shnickemfritz, and one day I told my grandma that he called me 'Chicken....' well, you know what rhymes. He had the best song that he always whistled while he came down the stairs from getting ready, but I have no idea what it was. He always stopped what he was doing for the noon and evening news, and always wrote down the stock market quotes. He always made sure that there were snacks for the grand kids, and usually it was Snickers.
He loved his family, his music, and his religion. He was such a role model to me. Days with him are some of my favorite memories...
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Made me cry - VERY sweet memories of your grandpa! Isn't it amazing how much one person can influence our whole life? Made me think of my grandma and just how much I miss the little things about her! Thanks for this post:)
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