For as long as I can remember, my Grandpa has always been there for me. When life was unstable (which my almost always was), my Grandpa was the one consistent person around. From the time that I was about two, Grandpa always came to the house and picked me up for church every Sunday mornings. He taught me the importance of giving. If I didn’t have money for offering, he always had a dollar for me to give. After church, we would go to eat at the local cafe. We sat and talked for hours at that cafe. Sometimes the talk revolved around family, sometimes around fishing, but mostly we talked about God. Grandpa was always a religious person. We sat and shared our views on the bible at that little cafe. I really did learn a lot from him.
Anything that my Grandpa did, he did very well. Before I knew my Grandpa, he was a Police officer. He protected people. I think that speaks magnitudes about his character. For most of my life he was a handyman of sorts. Mostly he hung wallpaper and painted houses. He made peoples homes look better. Between both of these jobs and odd projects on the side, my Grandpa has had his share of downfalls. He has been shot, stabbed, ran over, electrocuted, had multiple open heart surgeries, and battled leukemia.
On December 26th 2010 my Grandpa passed away. I just wanted to write this post to show what my he meant to me. He was a father when I had none and a leader when I needed one.
Grandpa, thank you.