Wednesday, July 27, 2022
Grandpa would let me help him in the garden. I pushed my little wheelbarrow behind him and his large wheelbarrow. We’d pick carrots together and I’d watch him water the plants. We’d go for a walk together down to the stream, I’d drag a stick through the water and ask him why the sky is blue. When we would return inside to the wonderful aroma of grandma’s cooking, he would hang his hat on a hook and sit down to change into his indoor shoes. When it was time for dessert, he would eat with his eyes closed. I asked him why and he told me that sometimes food is just so good you need to eat slowly and enjoy it fully. After dinner we would play ball or cards and then we’d watch Wheel of Fortune and Jeopardy. Grandpa would read me a book and tuck me in to bed. He always made me feel so safe and so loved. When I was old enough to start staying home alone, if there was a thunderstorm and I was scared, I would call grandpa and he would drive over to pick me up. He drove me all over the place. To friends houses, soccer games, school, parks, and the best times where when we weren’t going anywhere in particular, just out for a drive. There was always hilarious commentary.
One of the last drives we took together to Toronto, I remember giggling because he saluted a certain bank every time we passed one.
I have so so many happy memories of grandpa, and not a single bad one. He is truly the kindest most gentle person I’ve ever known. I feel blessed that he was my grandfather. I’m going to miss him so much. It brings me peace to know he is with Grandma again. Their memory will be in my heart forever.
